A nervous mess
In the wake of what is
To finally meet you
Feet growing cold
Runaway with my heart
Not so bold
After all, spreading cold fingers apart
In my mind I dance with you to warm up
For what feels like the finish of a wait
Is just the start
Of something great
Your doe eyes starry sparkles will cry mine dry
Every now and so I think I could die
When I hear you laugh, know your smile
In the aftermath of a mess too wild
Penning out the night sky just to be by your side
Sleeping peace inside
Calm collected stride
Dancing heart outside, back to life and to you
Let me hold you closer
© The Sad Owl
The Sad Owl
I'm just here. Until I'm not.
Sounds like a torrid adulterous affair, or am I wrong? ❤
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Not torrid to be certain, and not necessarily a straight out affair, it is the loss of someone on the emotional level that usually leads to that I guess. Which is an interesting thought, it is also the desperation to reclaim feelings with that person.
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