the one that got away.

its hard to describe the connection between two people that have never met and yet feel so strongly for one another. maybe it was all in my imagination, maybe every word we ever said to one another was fabricated and silly, i don't know.... but i do miss it. the teases and the words, i miss him period. and with that, i wrote a little something. prob won't make sense as usual...but hey thats my style 🙂

I remember your text, your words.

How simply they cried on paper

Longing for admission into my heart.

Smiling for a window of opportunity to

Get into my mind. Your words how

Beautifully they stuck inside.

I dreamed of dreams when your face

Popped on my screen, and remember the

Nights that felt so serene. How birds

Would sing for the morning audience,

The skies would part for you and I.

I remember how simple your love was,

How deceiving I became day after day

When boredom would hit me and I would

Play with your mind.

Nights turned into mornings,

Letters turned into stories,

Feelings were mourned, not forgotten.

Love was somehow concocted, not easy to

Erase.

Days are now a sorrow. Slow, dreadful,

Long.

Mornings tend to break me, skies are grey and

Empty.

My window birds have flown, no longer guide

Me into temptation, sweet adoration I miss you.

love.