Helplessly falling;
Afraid of admitting;
Yet confident with the feeling;
The feeling of swooning.
I hated the way life treated me. Always with
the heartaches, abandonment, and disappointment.
The love triangles, tears, and this damn town.
I was done, tired, and beaten down.
Until I heard the words you spoke — the sugar sweet
conversations and talks of aspirations, then turned into
people who are unknown to their potential future,
no matter how little they see one another.
Living so far away from one another and yet their
hearts so close together.
Your words were hugging me in comfort the night it was
over and your soft voice a lullaby before I slept...
Into a dreamland where I am enveloped in your arms
and I no longer wept.
Everyday I long to see you and tell you how wonderful you are.
Feel your hand interlocked in mine as our lips touch to a tender
kiss with your arms around my waist, not wanting to part.
I long to see how the moonlight fails to shine brighter than your
eyes and the way the sun kisses your skin.
Separated by the sea, but our hearts will find a way to be.
Just you see.
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To Hopeless Romantics
PoesíaHeartbreaks and heart aches leave the soul shaken to hopelessness. Thinking of the ones whose hurt us; the ones whose left us longing. It's a universal feeling. No matter the age or gender, we're bound to feel hopeless about someone. Longing for som...
