I am tired of feelingAnd of trying to understandThe reason hidingBehind all these emotions.I am tired of being afraidAnd of trying to fightAll the fears keeping meFrom opening my heart.So if you don’t mindI will let go of youHoping the Universe will bringThe answers I have been desperately seeking.
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another wish.
How often have you thought of making me happy? More than once – surely. Is this another such instance Of you paying attention to my wants? Another wish is about to come true And it is all thanks to you.
conversations.
you are speaking to me of that much i’m aware but behind your words i feel like there’s more: as if you were addressing me to communicate something other than what you are telling me. i respond mindlessly with words that mean nothing mirroring your language, and hoping deep inside you realise I’m addressing youContinue reading “conversations.”
seeking.
i seek to know why i have been seeking you.
imaginary touch.
i could swear it was your hand i felt on my shoulder for it was warm and comforting the way your love always is but maybe i dreamed it all because you did not touch me at all unless your thought reached my body exactly where you would have touched me
work day.
i hear your voice in the hallway now i know you are not far away but even a very short distance feels excruciating; i feel so tense. like chewing gum i am glued to my seat longing for the moment when you and i meet and whilst i could, technically, walk up to you iContinue reading “work day.”
tears.
I feel so much, that I just want to cry. Are these tears ones of extreme joy or explainable grief? I cannot tell. Maybe they are the same after all.
tomorrow.
tomorrow, look into my eyes.they will speak and say”how happy i amto see you today”.
doomed to miss you.
The minutes pass by, people come and go. My eyes are alert, looking for signs of you. But I wait, and disappointed do I grow When I understand that today, I am doomed to keep missing you.
fragile as a leaf.
i feel like a fragile leafstill (somehow) hanging from a branch;should the direction of your loveever change directioni would not be strong enoughto continue hanging onand i would slip, and fall,and fall,andfall.
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