THE VOICE OF MY SCARS

Beautiful Feeling

' remind me to breathe, for i can't help but to drown in the words you speak '

i doubt this boy i met,
a few months back,
has something to do with my soul,
that i want to swallow the reality,
to drift into the land of dreams,
he makes me want to toss over these stupid encounters,
and to jump on to the passionate ones,
he has something about his aura,
which wrecks all my defence lines,
and pulls out everything i hide beneath
.
perhaps i am falling more everyday,
and writing these letters,
wanting to decipher them aloud,
but end up stacking them under my pillows
only for him do my dreams seem lucid,
and nights become beautiful,
the moon recites lullabies,
and the day comes to a halt
.
we sit under a cherry tree,
talking for hours,
just as the time comes to bid goodbye,
i do realize how much i will miss him,
to see him the next day with the same smile,
i began to mourn and my heart screams,
at the sight of him leaving,
but he takes a turn back and my hopes get a high,
just as i'm about to ask, he seals my lips shut with a goodnight kiss,
and i stand there flushed halfway at the door
recalling every single detail

-words from heart