Your smell,
in this rain.
I feel it
touch
me,
in a way
only
my memories
will.
Your picture,
upon
my
table,
the one
I
keep
in
my room.
This is
still
how I see
you.
I believe
now,
I always
will.
And why
shouldn't it be.
I ask
myself this,
as I always do.
Down
these halls,
of
the rooms
that hold
every
hint
of
you.
It's here
now,
your smell,
your
scent that
escapes my mind
some days.
That
plays outside
of the
confinds
of
me.
The sun
keeps
disturbing
my
peace.
A
cruel extension
of
this place,
when
you're not
here.
At night,
this is
when I can
see you
most.
When I look
out my window,
the balcony
doors
calling to me,
like they
always
do.
When you wait for me
outside,
the way
you
do.
The path,
that
takes me
to you.
Why does it
always
seem it's such
a
long
& winding
road.
When you are
always
there,
just beyond
my
reach.
Oh but
tonight you say,
will be
no different.
It will
bring me
to
you,
as I always
do.
My mind
playing tricks,
letting
me
imagine
this walk into
your
Soul,
will be
different somehow.
But it
shall be as
it always
will
be.
Your arms
wrapped
around me,
you mouth
next
to mine.
The scent
of
the nights
I live
for,
stuck in
my
head.
Your face
so
close.
Those eyes
that light
the desesert
sky.
Don't wait
so
long
I
say,
until
I see you
again.
And you
tell
me again,
what
you always
do.
That you
are
always
there,
waiting
outside my
door.
Watching,
waiting
for me
there.
A shadow
I see
in
the corner
of my
eye.
The movement
of the
Wolf
outside my
windows.
The
feathers
of the
Crows I hold
in my
hands,
so
dear.
That you
will never leave
me
alone,
you say.
You exist
because
I do.
And
as I breath
you,
to sustain
my own
life,
I keep
you alive
too.
To be
what we
are,
is magic
you
see.
Eternally,
you,
&
me.
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