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a song, flowing

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A Song, Flowing

I watched unintentionally with a reverend smile on a simple gesture of just looking. It's a dangerous game, looking at someone unintentionally like looking up at ceiling thinking of nothing. The mind plays so many things up in your head like a malignant disease numbing your ability to reason. And I look at her still and I tried my best never to look at her like that again. There is a photograph of her in my head in every angle you might not imagine like keeping a reflection of her in my hindsight. I love her clumsiness and the pretty way she does it; makes me smile on a cloudy day with flowing songs in my head.

The fireflies dance across the street and the tress harvested my heart; hanging it up high in a branch as the wind caught it and let it flew unto her lap. The fireflies dance upon the shimmering water of a fountain in a rooftop; lighting the moody night as my day is done. I look at my reflection in a mirror posted on a yellow wall begging to be used by her.

Either way I want to love her and be loved.

The smell of pine cones haunts me as secrets came to flush and tiny details become as large as a gadfly that bites of my heart. She was there like sunshine in my shoulder reminding me to look forward in the east instead of looking at my west. I wanted to make it rain on a midsummer night and tuck myself in the billowing sheet of breeze. I wanted to sleep tired and dream of her;

Dream of you,
a dream of you,
till I forget
that I'm still dreaming of you.

I want to be own by you and see you like I've seen you for the first time; fell in love with you again for the first time. Glaze my eye while listening to your velvet tongue. My blood is flooding love as I hear you laugh, as your lips kind of twist; my day is done. We are sharing traveling snapshots; stories are weaved, stories that I love to hear in your tongue; but only in my dreams that I am hearing it. Only in my dreams that I could see a smile made for me. I fear this is the only thing that I have a piece of you but a dream of you is better than none.

But she wasn't a dream.

I wanted to give her everything, but she doesn't need,
I wanted to fix her, but she doesn't want,
All the things about her, she wouldn't share
Only the things that I want, she wouldn't have.

I am getting tired of it.

Silence is black. I savor malt in my mouth like a sparkling water found in a floating space shuttle. The scent of your skin and some strange flower haunts me somehow. A bottle, another bottle, a third bottle and it wouldn’t last. There is a depriving feeling as I strangely slipped into your realm unknowingly.

I am tired of songs flowing;

I don't want to see you and feel so helpless,
I don't want to hold you and feel so weak,
I don't want to smell you and lose my senses,
I don't want to dream of you and wake up knowing

I still love you,
A forever for you is an end to me.
a supposedly goodbye letter....
© 2005 - 2024 cry187
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bananatree's avatar
Woo, so many emotions in one piece. That gives me new insight on how it is to be in love. I never quite understood people who are madly in love, since I myself have never been in love before. Good job :)