Those nights i ache, when lonely i feel, i may sit and Wonder and question if its real.
I lay on my bed and my arms would tingle, my mouth gets heavy, my legs do tremble and i smile thinking of where i was and what i have.
Now 22 hours....minutes.... Days...months....years and i still love you and your crazy ways. I still look forward to steamy nights and colder days......oh how i Love your craziness.
Now time moves on.....we collide and crash, both still "just fall" while you "just" lay your hand on my lower back and i "just" allow it. Having a "just us" battle don't seem to click.
We see Love..... Life ...possibilities of all of the above, they see mistakes and sleepless nights from a baby induced headache..... Not just our love.
Cause it all boils down to nothing if true love ain't presented. Roses and stuffed animals would have been ur own suffering to suffer and to the end your heartbeat stutter to an end.
Now not 20 minutes later, i decide to leave all things unknown to fate, who makes men as she makes..... Both bring forms of disgrace. But them again these are "just" my little thoughts.
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PoetrySweet whisperings. If only the world was round and the things we believed in right. If only the dark didn't melt away as madness becomes light, as sense becomes the past and knowledge becomes history. If only this life wasn't a huge fucked up myst...