musicalhands

Wandering off the path of love              ...as lovers often do. Searching for a form of fate              ... that's too good to be true. Something in the distance quivers.              ... sparking fragrant past. When I was deep in love with you              ... when I knew that it would last. Stepping closer now, a blossom.              ...seeds were planted once.. And water gathered round some.             ...sewing seeds of trust. What was it that had brought me here? Reminded me of you. The fragrance now has faded, leaving me; eschew. The memory lies in front of me, in this single autumn flower. The leaves have

what is it that I want from you, I always seem to ask myself. How was it that we got this far, neither knowing truly what to expect. We have grown so far from what we were, yet all we seem to want is that feeling of uncertainty from where this all began. We still play the same games, but this time I know the frequent series of motions your hands will make, all knowing the moves I wish you'd make, but don't. You still notice me in ways that others don't, and know me better than anyone else could, but you just don't know me yet. I hope you never will. I don't want to finish getting to know you ever. Something new can always be learned. My heart

...I could tell you everything. Simply pour my heart out to you and be made complete again. I know the love that we share, but you know nothing of the pain that I am feeling. I hate to be so far parted. Not knowing when I will see you again. You having no idea as to what I am going through daily. I guess the role couldeasily be reversed. You act as if you can see right through me, but when a situation arises when I need your grasp the most, in its absence, I am further reckoning what got me here. Why won't you always be willing to listen to me? I gave away my everything except the very gift you want the most, and you act as if you already are