Like the hero of a story
...arriving two pages too soon.
The plot incomplete, like our own waxing moon.
Like the sweetest of fruits
...plucked a smidge premature.
Timing is crucial for love to endure.
If Love is a light
...to be alone is the night
...before two hearts unite
...we search absent sight
...starving for you, yet unable to bite
He's felt it before
...as he crashed to the floor
...a tormented soul seared to the core
...as the deafening silence continues to roar
...he misses her more
...and more
...and more
Dec 14, 2014
Dec 14, 2014 at 4:24 PM UTC
Like the hero of a story
...arriving two pages too soon.
The plot incomplete, like our own waxing moon.
Like the sweetest of fruits
...plucked a smidge premature.
Timing is crucial for love to endure.
If Love is a light
...to be alone is the night
...before two hearts unite
...we search absent sight
...starving for you, yet unable to bite
He's felt it before
...as he crashed to the floor
...a tormented soul seared to the core
...as the deafening silence continues to roar
...he misses her more
...and more
...and more
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