@I am Georgina Kamfer
To my pisces male species. You know, there's a difference between a glance and a kiss where the world stops for the briefest of time where we undress our hearts and open up. A moment of glance where I want to swim deep in blues.
A moment where I want to become one with you; Where I want to feel vulnerable; Warm and free. A moment where I will hold you deep in heart where I get to love with no fears; Because we are nothing but figments of imagination when we move in this motion; You take me away and I am no longer afraid.
There's a difference between a glance and a kiss where the world stops for the briefest of time; And the only thing between us is the anticipation of your lips on mine ; A moment so intense, it hangs in the air, as it pulls us closer to our end and we just realise it's only the beginning.
Moments where I want to sing a love song about how you're swinging deep in my heart; That butterflies can't find nectar whenever we're apart; You're the flower in a bloom, in the dark, in the gloom where there's you, who brightens my day.
There's a difference between a glance and a kiss where the world stops for the briefest of time; Where I sit outside, stargazing and simply just missing you. Missing you that feels like walking into pouring rain and expecting it to stay dry. A sort of a feeling that feels like calling for peace when the first bullet has been shot. It feels like taking back a conversation we have never had before; It's a needing to cry, but not having enough tears. Its writing poems with hopes that your poems become poetry; A loving memory with only an image of you in my mind. It's like asking a blind man to paint the colors of the rainbow, and a deaf man to sing his favourite song. A feeling of having a million things to say, but not being able to say anything at all.
And I don't know how or when you crept into my life; But all I know is that you are everywhere in every hour of my day, in a second or two, just a thought of you; And I seem to get lost so easily in your smile or within a small memory of how your voice sounds like when you're happy .
It's the fragrance of your body when you turn towards me, with your eyes, spectating the movement of my lips and hips; And the scent you wear, a man's heady wine; Where my touch upon your silky skin l, so soft on my fingertips as your body presses firmer to mine, causing a whisper of my love I declare. where your charm captives the sensual soft allure.
There's a difference between a glance and a kiss where I want you beside me; Where I want a sacred kiss from your glistening lips; I'll never fall away from the gift of you; for I want you beside me for the rest of this.
Because no one on earth exists quite like you; and no one is able to do what you do; The person you are; The talents you bear; Gifts that only you can share; Only you have learned from the things you've done; gaining perspective from the battles you've won; Times when you've lost have been priceless too; The lessons contributed to what makes you, you. The rest of the world can't see through your eyes, which is why your insight is such a prize; Because you are you and there are lives you affect, much more than you can ever expect. The things you do and say that send ripples throughout the milky way; You have the exclusive on being yourself .
And I, I need to run. To get so far our of reach, but not that you will be looking. I need to light our bridge on fire and watch it burn; Making sure it's unusable for future mistakes; Because I can't resist crossing back to retrace my own tracks.
I need to escape this residual heartache your presence leaves on my heart; I need to wash away the stench of your hollow words and honeyed lies; I need to get away from this love that is toxic .
I need to learn the subtitle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul; That love means and learning and companies build insecurities.
I need to learn that kisses aren't contracts and presents aren't promises; Accept rejection and defeat with my head up and eyes ahead, with the grace of a woman and not of a little orphans; I need to build my roads on today because tomorrows ground is too uncertain for plans ; And with you I have realised that fantasies of the future have a way of falling down in mid light; Both hopeless and disappointing.
That even the sun burns if you get too hot; so I'll plant my own garden and decorate my soul; instead of waiting for you to bring me flowers .
There's a difference between a glance and a kiss where the world stops for the briefest of time where, I figured that I can really endure; That I am strong and have so much worth; And what I can learn from this goodbye
