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to my perfect stranger; your voice still reverberates through the cavities of my head, but i’d rather have you here, soft words in my ears instead. i miss your chestnut eyes, the way they interlocked with mine, your tousled brown hair shining as the stars above us seemed to align. now, while you govern my thoughts, every word we spoke on constant replay, i work to memorize your each and every flaw, for they’ll begin to fade; one by one, day by day. soon you will cease to exist to me, your presence now a thought i’d beg to run into. your touch will soon be washed clear off my skin, yet when i’m alone, i’ll open my arms to the ghost of you. there will be countless days and weeks where your voice doesn’t tiptoe up my spine, where our memories never try to board my train of thought, yet when i’m feeling dismal, i’ll remember that you once were mine. you’ve shown me the beauty in anonymity, the simplicity of two lonely souls breathing in time. you’re still a beautiful stranger to me, your name, your story, a set of words; unable to rhyme. when my tidal wave of thoughts begins to calm, your youthful giggle sends ripples through the waters, remembering how serendipitous you were to me, for maybe you and i would’ve bonded had the water been hotter. i find myself doubting the truth in your existence, for your being is simply beginning to blur. you were a god-sent blessing to me, an unexpected summer storm that i never dreamed could occur. you left your mark on my forehead, a moment keeping eyes from staying dry, yet we only said “goodnight”, never gracing each other with a fateful “goodbye”. i know that years from now i’ll look back, remembering bits and piece of my adolescent days, your name will shine through the cracks in my brain, i’ll save you then, for in my heart you will stay. but now for the benefit of my own well being, your space in my head prepares to greatly decrease. you’ve slipped through my fingertips like endless sun-tinted beaches, yet i will always crave you when they day time does cease.
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Jul 26, 2015
Jul 26, 2015 at 10:18 PM UTC
letters to my long lost beloved
to my perfect stranger; your voice still reverberates through the cavities of my head, but i’d rather have you here, soft words in my ears instead. i miss your chestnut eyes, the way they interlocked with mine, your tousled brown hair shining as the stars above us seemed to align. now, while you govern my thoughts, every word we spoke on constant replay, i work to memorize your each and every flaw, for they’ll begin to fade; one by one, day by day. soon you will cease to exist to me, your presence now a thought i’d beg to run into. your touch will soon be washed clear off my skin, yet when i’m alone, i’ll open my arms to the ghost of you. there will be countless days and weeks where your voice doesn’t tiptoe up my spine, where our memories never try to board my train of thought, yet when i’m feeling dismal, i’ll remember that you once were mine. you’ve shown me the beauty in anonymity, the simplicity of two lonely souls breathing in time. you’re still a beautiful stranger to me, your name, your story, a set of words; unable to rhyme. when my tidal wave of thoughts begins to calm, your youthful giggle sends ripples through the waters, remembering how serendipitous you were to me, for maybe you and i would’ve bonded had the water been hotter. i find myself doubting the truth in your existence, for your being is simply beginning to blur. you were a god-sent blessing to me, an unexpected summer storm that i never dreamed could occur. you left your mark on my forehead, a moment keeping eyes from staying dry, yet we only said “goodnight”, never gracing each other with a fateful “goodbye”. i know that years from now i’ll look back, remembering bits and piece of my adolescent days, your name will shine through the cracks in my brain, i’ll save you then, for in my heart you will stay. but now for the benefit of my own well being, your space in my head prepares to greatly decrease. you’ve slipped through my fingertips like endless sun-tinted beaches, yet i will always crave you when they day time does cease.
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Jul 2, 2018
Jul 2, 2018 at 4:59 PM UTC
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