Loving and hurting still…
Id like to feel that warm sensation
The little shivers in my spine
It happens each time
Your voice carries on with me
Your words are like warm winds
Your sunshine fills the cobwebbed corners of my mind
Heartstrings plucked letting forth a melodious cry
You’ve left behind a feather from your angel wings
But in essence
Every part has its’ place
People either belong or don’t belong together
Where did you find me,
when you saw me last?
Was I something from your imagination?
Did you really touch my face in your sweet comfortable way?
My existence is questionable at this point
Now I am beaten and bruised
Defenseless of my own accord
Gladly laying down all weapons
Surrendering to an unseen force
Illuminated by the glow of teardrops in the darkness
Bitter salty signs of life,
Just the way I feel sometimes
My breaths keep getting caught on the silence
The dreaded silence has suspended itself over us in midair
It is the blanket that will never keep you warm
Such a simple thing, really
You just find a lot of things to pass the time
As Im just waiting for nothing in particular
But for something nonetheless.
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