We don't talk much anymore.
Actually, we don't talk at all
I.
It probably happens to a lot of us;
We meet up with another beautiful soul,
Fascinated as our eyes shimmer in pure adoration.
We get drawn to each other;
Late night chats,
Good morning texts,
Long phone calls into the evenings.
We shared every of our dreams.
Giggling, as our goals clashed time and again,
Ticking items of the soulmate target,
A down to earth kinda challenge.
"I've found another best friend,
This would last forever."
We told each other, and talked even more;
Split our souls in halves and exchanged a part each.
The stars aligned our fates, as our fingers reached for one another.
II.
The evenings are lonely these days.
The cold nights, a recurring torture,
And the stars have begun to bear another meaning.
How much do I miss you?
I really can't put a figure on that.
I can tell you it gets me slipping outta my head a lotta times though.
How the good morning texts faded into gloomy hellos,
And the long phone calls got replaced by distant waves.
You seemed comfortable with the space,
So I lay it all out.
III.
Seemed I should've fought a little harder for you;
For what I came to terms with as "Us".
Only I had no thoughts how to,
Nor do I have any hopes on making you look in my face once more.
Pride, maybe.
Now when I see you,
My heart skips three beats,
My palm gets a little sweaty.
So I wave a low hello,
Avoiding your outstretched hand for a curtsey shake.
We were never one to be courteous.
We used to swim on the brink of love chasms.
Now you don't get to tell me you miss me,
Nor I you.
IV.
We've drift apart.
A bit too far apart.
Yet even now, I'd give anything to place my head on your shoulders once more,
More than anything would I give to learn, to show you how bad I want to give to love you.
Not just in my head,
But every of my words;
Off of my lips,
And down in my spluttering ink.
Down with you,
Every down you know.
Down with you,
Every depth you are willing to pull me along into.
Qetsiyah,
To what once was.
Actually, we don't talk at all
I.
It probably happens to a lot of us;
We meet up with another beautiful soul,
Fascinated as our eyes shimmer in pure adoration.
We get drawn to each other;
Late night chats,
Good morning texts,
Long phone calls into the evenings.
We shared every of our dreams.
Giggling, as our goals clashed time and again,
Ticking items of the soulmate target,
A down to earth kinda challenge.
"I've found another best friend,
This would last forever."
We told each other, and talked even more;
Split our souls in halves and exchanged a part each.
The stars aligned our fates, as our fingers reached for one another.
II.
The evenings are lonely these days.
The cold nights, a recurring torture,
And the stars have begun to bear another meaning.
How much do I miss you?
I really can't put a figure on that.
I can tell you it gets me slipping outta my head a lotta times though.
How the good morning texts faded into gloomy hellos,
And the long phone calls got replaced by distant waves.
You seemed comfortable with the space,
So I lay it all out.
III.
Seemed I should've fought a little harder for you;
For what I came to terms with as "Us".
Only I had no thoughts how to,
Nor do I have any hopes on making you look in my face once more.
Pride, maybe.
Now when I see you,
My heart skips three beats,
My palm gets a little sweaty.
So I wave a low hello,
Avoiding your outstretched hand for a curtsey shake.
We were never one to be courteous.
We used to swim on the brink of love chasms.
Now you don't get to tell me you miss me,
Nor I you.
IV.
We've drift apart.
A bit too far apart.
Yet even now, I'd give anything to place my head on your shoulders once more,
More than anything would I give to learn, to show you how bad I want to give to love you.
Not just in my head,
But every of my words;
Off of my lips,
And down in my spluttering ink.
Down with you,
Every down you know.
Down with you,
Every depth you are willing to pull me along into.
Qetsiyah,
To what once was.
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