The days are no longer vivid in my head,
They are so distant that the laughters,
Screams can't be heard anymore,
Yet the feeling hits harder than ever when I think of the petals he let fall inside my aura of resistance...
How could I be so thoughtless,
Emotional,
Stupid to ever imagine that there is a blue moon in the sky that will light my way through the dark nights,
But more so,
Lead me to a hole in the ground that connects my life with urs?
I will never have the closure that I have been seeking for...
I will always feel that my sentences were never complete,
My breaths were never exhaled,
And my body was never the right shape...
My lips keep drying, and I know that its my head that keeps them from ever being moisturized without ur assistance. My dependency is not in my hands but the lyrics that promised me a life of content and a road half met.
1 comment:
If a man fails to keep your lips moisturized try Burt's Bees. That's what I do. :(
(Hahahaha... arghhh love your poetry)
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