Just a little bit of it

Meaningless post

There’s always a thought in my mind to be with you again. We were once lovers and friends and torn apart by something I could not fathom, but one thing I know it was you decision and your decisions could never be changed. You sit there somewhere out there in the world, where ever you may be I want you to know I still think of you. The memories once so blissful and truthful all became painful and riddled with lies. I still think of you, yes I do, but I don’t think of you the same anymore. We are once again worlds apart, far from strangers and impossible to be friends. If ever our worlds collide again I pray that the results that time will differ. The only question that lays is if, if it’s ever truly possible to see you again.

Because every night I find it hard to sleep. We’ve always talked so late so often that it’s become my norm. The troubles of loneliness dwells within this room of mine. I miss you.

I miss your presence, the aura you give off. How every limb and phalanges interlock or intertwine. The weight of your breath renders me down helpless to that sensual mood. My hands trickle down your back sending electricity down to your spine and up to your cerebral cortex. Being here, being in this position, makes your scent even more irresistible. Your perfume taunts and pulls me, urges me to get closer, close and even closer. As our nose touches and we exchange and exhale and inhale of each other’s breathes. Every in take is so sweet that it lets me loose my composer of innocence and into your intimate partner. I want to find those times again where you fall into my arms and soothe our worlds together, and have one mellow dream of our own. Dreams of sleep and serenity to open minds of closed eyes. 

Because In my eyes we met through destiny.

Life has given us a chance, a choice. Here’s one: would you ever want to be next to me?
Through distance and miles and all the different time zones, I chase afte you,
I chase after this.
This relationship that we wanted full of happiness
not lust.
Lust is the eroder, the corroder, the killer of love, it’s rust!
We don’t want that in our silver hearts.
We only aim for the best, the bull eye to the darts.
The prize for that is true love built by trust.
And to me having you is a must.

People say if we’re meant to be we’ll be together that’s guarantee. But
Life is not a hundred percent so I’ll give it my all, give it my best, no argument
See me as tired as can be, working for the smile
I bet you no one is trying harder than me.
It’s not all about the end result
Think about the quality, the effort, the mind though put forth

Now close your eyes and imagine this:
We’re 3rd rock for the sun
Currently hundreds miles apart still having fun
I can’t say I hate the distance but we’re “n”+days till we diss this distance
And “n” is just a number of days in which we do not know,
“n” iss only a number another beatable foe
So kiss your worries and tell ‘em your goodbyes
Open your eyes and we’re one day closer to our distance’s demise

If ever your patience ever run please borrow mine, because “blessed with all this patience, baby it’s my curse.” But this worries goes both ways. From time to time I need your help to ease my mind. All we have are words. So listen closely, read between the lines, and trust that these words are strong enough to carry weight. One day we never have to say I love you again. We will see it within one another. And we’ll have more than words, we will have each other.

Though this fate is drawn to move forward. I still remissness.
Of the good and the bad,  and of the old and soon to been and hopefully new.
My mind will always go to that of one mistress
One that can not be named but acknowledges, yes, it’s you.

I hope to put this all behind me one day, written in ink, stored, bind, in a little black book. That one day I’ll come across this wrapped document when I least expect it. To that time I hope I only look at the good times and not the tearful end.

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