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Through the jungle, through the dark

Boi, I love you heart to heart.

Know you not,

But I want you a lot.

Will wear your mark,

Let's build a perfect arc

- like sunshine

On a stormy sea.

Fear and terror

hopes and dreams

a smile so bright

and aspirations so right

stiching together the seams

of a brand new life.

You linger in the scent of

Midnight...

Soaked in your presence

And absence...

Where you laid left

Lasting warmth...

In these longing arms,

Tender hands...

I wait patiently for another

Morning...

When my soul melts in

Yours like water...

Once again.

I want to be in your arms forever,
Resting my head on your lovely chest
I want to be a baby again
In your warm cuddle and embrace

My heart aches everynight I cry myself to sleep, When I have the thought that you aren't mine to keep. 

My heart aches every morning my notifications are baron, and so are my arms. All I can do is keep caring for your attitude and your charms.

Everytime I hear a bird coo, or when I even put on my shoe, all I can think of is how

My Heart Aches For You.

I'm walking by a place,

A place that has lost its reason to walk by.

Now I look at it with a somber face and a heavy heart.

I do recall the times i was here,

the joy and cause I had to visit here.

But its not those reasons that make me low.

Not the nostolgiac talks or even the cause of the past that weighs on my soul.

It is the joy of then, and lack of it now that brings me low.

The smiles that were, the smiles that aren't and smiles that could have been

The smiles that could have been.

Now instead I walk falsely,

to make light of what weighs heavy.

To make light of what weighs heavy.

I hold my head a little higher, stand a little straighter,

work a little harder; work a little too hard.

Joke a little more, laugh a little louder and smile,

Smile a little too much.

To make light of what weighs heavy at the place I'm walking by.

I keep showing up on

your doorstep when you’re

not home

I try to thread our web of

memories through a

needle that’s too small

I keep gazing

through gaps in the

cape you’ve thrown over

your shoulders so I

can’t touch you again

I laugh so

often but I can’t see

myself crying for anything

but you

I try to redraw our fading

photograph on so many different

kinds of paper until

my fingers are raw and

bleeding

I wake at the

exact minutes I remember

something happening, like

11:19.05, the almost magic in the

water that night

I almost hold your

flaws higher than

your perfections, but then

I can’t remember either of

them, just the

way you looked

at me

I keep

forgetting that

your address has changed when I

want to send

you letters and

spoonfuls of time

I nurse my bad

habits because I

don’t know how

to give them away

I keep

forgetting that

you don’t own me anymore

Your hugs heal my breaking heart

Only temporarily, for once I see you hug another

It once again tears apart

I question my warm feelings…

We’re only friends, yet you fascinate me

To the point that I wonder if that’s all we really are.

I cherish our laughter, our quirky remarks

But do you lavish the intrepid beauty of others instead?

Am I nothing, if not the awkward girl you laugh with, when they’re gone…?

But then, am I more special than they?

More than a face, two breasts, and hips?

More than a quick pleasure in-between your sheets?

Or is that all you truly cherish…?