Why am I drawn to you so?
Is it the memories that makes it so I cant leave you alone? I remember the feeling of your lips on mine How your hand roamed my body. Why can i not just let you go? The way you smile, Those eyes of yours. That body that I remember oh so well. Although we have both moved on, And others have felt our touch, My dear I will always love you. And perhaps I shall always feel this lust
He is not one to be forgotten
If only I could say goodbye,
One last.. one more single time, it would have made me free but it's too late now our old world has to go. I feel so alone, our ****** bond on the floor. It's too late now as our warm memories fall into time's cold door. I'm not going to make it.. through this pointless struggle. My body can't take it. I am tired to my core. Feelings of encroaching danger and I don't want to surrender our memories, so tender but I feel guilt's unforgiving gaze through this grey gloomy haze and I can't deal with this feeling anymore.. If only you could see me cry, you could see how I feel because I know your trust, I will never restore..
You surely have traded with me
Some intense part of your soul Your haunting memories impairs my senses As i constantly drift into the dark past I can feel your lurking darkness in my soul Radiating gloomily Flowing In the deep red stream that gives me life
Just as I placed flowers into an empty vase this day
I remember folding that flapping bird many years ago And with the same care It is hands and how they move objects through space How briefly they transpose boundaries across time and distance And locally how they bring the here into the now Our hands are driven of course by motivated need The willingness to be diverted for a while When perhaps they would better serve by just not being hands When you walk upon the hands they become feet When you talk with your hunger you become greed When you love with loneliness you become origami These chrysanthemums will not live long in fresh air Just as dreams of far off moments will not become flesh again ever But for a day or longer may they lift my spirits Flapping into the still air beyond my window looking always on the past.
Do you sometimes think,
if the earth was spinning a little slower, if the star exploded a moment sooner, if my atoms were scattered just a little closer to yours, You might still be here?
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