Have you ever yearned for someone so much that you felt as if you were suddenly with them and all but forgotten your surroundings, seen them in a dream or closed your eyes and called to them? Tis but a projection.
Eyes closed on the flat of my back
the room suddenly fading away
floating from my body
I feel the tug that pulls me toward you
The blurry image slowly coming into veiw
the dark rimming my perception
longing to see you
projectiong so I may
and finally here
but unable to touch
O that I might lift my hand and caress thy cheek
that I might wrap my arms around thee and let myself be known
Instead I watch
Longing
The need slightly quinched as I admire thee
Feeling closer even with the berrier still
Content to watch you act
I dare try to still touch and smake you feel my presense
One look into my eyes is all I desire
Show me that you feel me
never feel alone
never feel undesired
I will come to thee one day
I will give thee all the love I posess
You shall be mine
and I shall be yours
Find me how you might
project to me any night
You are always welcome
I only wish that I could stay
watch over you forever
just to know you are safe
but alas I can not
The world goes on still’
no matter how pleasent a dream
or thought
or desire
I will go on until I have you in my arms
and these projects be but a dream
no longer needed
but fun despite
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