Tonight the clouds fill the air like your love fills my heart.
But you are sitting so far away.
Have you ever experienced a feeling so close to death but yet of being alive?
Music is the only sound consuming this small space I call my bedroom. It consumes me just as your love warms my insides and reflects on my flesh.
Music is a language and so is love. I can feel both so deeply yet I still cant seem to speak it.
My thoughts wonder to what it is you are keeping yourself busy with on this oh so lonesome evening.
It wonders back to that moment your lips touched mine, to that soft, warm feeling I had.
It wonders back to that time we got to spend together.
It wonders to that moment I looked into your eyes and they just reminded me once again what I mean to you.
It wonders to those moments I look at you when you look away. Im sorry, I cant stop myself.
My mind wonders to the feeling of your hand in mine and how even if I held you as close and as tight as I can, it's still not close enough and I still have to let go.
My mind wonders back to your smile and the way you can make me smile.
It wonders back to that time I witnessed a tear in your eye and couldnt bare to see you hurt like that.
And then the thought of having to say goodbyee ponders my mind. I know its not a permanent goodbye, but in a way it hurts, it hurts knowing I wont be able to see your smile everyday, one of the most important things that get me through my day.
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Chronicles Of Midnight
PoetryComposed of poetry and ideas and scenes from short stories that I probably wont write. A bunch of thoughts that might or might not make sense. #unorganized It gets better the further you read, so just keep reading or skip a few. Me.
