Saturday, July 29, 2017

Contrast

I long to see you, oh so often.
Imagining looking into your orbs, seeing your vivid laughter and how you'd touch your hair
How you'd somehow end up right beside me
I imagine these and,
And see how long I can tame this fire inside of me

But when we come face to face, nothing in me is burning- it all turns ice cold and I become numb

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