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I am home when I see you, Standing there with your messy hair, Wishing I could softly run my hands in them, Then remembering the distance between us is not only of minutes but miles, Having you in my sight gives me solace, Even if you are only on my phone’s screen. I am home when I hear your voice, The sweet echoes of you singing in your car, I am not sitting next to you nor am I even near, Just remembering how close we were on the call last night, Keeping in mind the distance between us is not only of minutes but miles, Even if you are only one call away. I am home when our hands touch lightly, The candy was a sweet lie which you saved for me to know you better, Remembering the memory of you splashing water on me, Wishing the cold splashes were not of water but your fingers, Craving the warmth of your arms around me, Reality is that the distance between us is not only of minutes but miles, Let me then celebrate the only touch I got from you. I am home with your scent, The scent of kindness and uncertainty, Three days around and you smelled highly, Highly of something I would blush around, The butterflies still fly looking for a scent of fresh sunflowers, Forgetting the distance between sunflowers is not only of minutes but miles, But it’s okay because it has to be. I am home with the taste of your lips, I have not tasted them but let’s see, Guessing it would be the sweetest mixture of milk and honey, Sweet enough to drive the butterflies crazy, Crazy enough to cover the distance between us, Hoping we will finish what we started, Not remembering the distance between us, Which is only one call away by the way.
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Apr 15, 2020
Apr 15, 2020 at 9:24 PM UTC
dailythoughts
Minutes but Miles
I am home when I see you, Standing there with your messy hair, Wishing I could softly run my hands in them, Then remembering the distance between us is not only of minutes but miles, Having you in my sight gives me solace, Even if you are only on my phone’s screen. I am home when I hear your voice, The sweet echoes of you singing in your car, I am not sitting next to you nor am I even near, Just remembering how close we were on the call last night, Keeping in mind the distance between us is not only of minutes but miles, Even if you are only one call away. I am home when our hands touch lightly, The candy was a sweet lie which you saved for me to know you better, Remembering the memory of you splashing water on me, Wishing the cold splashes were not of water but your fingers, Craving the warmth of your arms around me, Reality is that the distance between us is not only of minutes but miles, Let me then celebrate the only touch I got from you. I am home with your scent, The scent of kindness and uncertainty, Three days around and you smelled highly, Highly of something I would blush around, The butterflies still fly looking for a scent of fresh sunflowers, Forgetting the distance between sunflowers is not only of minutes but miles, But it’s okay because it has to be. I am home with the taste of your lips, I have not tasted them but let’s see, Guessing it would be the sweetest mixture of milk and honey, Sweet enough to drive the butterflies crazy, Crazy enough to cover the distance between us, Hoping we will finish what we started, Not remembering the distance between us, Which is only one call away by the way.
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Do you remember me, I ask. You refute And call my name Again and yet again. I answer every call, engaged it says, rings a bell, somewhere far where my voice isn't familiar anymore. I knock on the door No ones home, you say I wonder why In an abandoned wreck Do you wish to stay. As I try to remember the pass code to you I see the door's open Locks broken And still i can't reach you. I enter to see you chained by your own hands I reach out Only to find you lost. I try to unchain you but the touch of me makes you flinch more than the chains do. If I was certain of anything it was that I'm me. If you were certain of anything it was that I'm not. I know you'll come back, You always do. Till then, I'll stand beside the door calling for myself too.
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Apr 17, 2019
Apr 17, 2019 at 6:44 AM UTC
Disha
A call for help
Do you remember me, I ask. You refute And call my name Again and yet again. I answer every call, engaged it says, rings a bell, somewhere far where my voice isn't familiar anymore. I knock on the door No ones home, you say I wonder why In an abandoned wreck Do you wish to stay. As I try to remember the pass code to you I see the door's open Locks broken And still i can't reach you. I enter to see you chained by your own hands I reach out Only to find you lost. I try to unchain you but the touch of me makes you flinch more than the chains do. If I was certain of anything it was that I'm me. If you were certain of anything it was that I'm not. I know you'll come back, You always do. Till then, I'll stand beside the door calling for myself too.
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