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Limbo
There are days when you reach out to me and I feel the weight of your love strangling my heart to the brink of insanity,
but then there are days when your distance leaves me in shambles and shadow limboing in and out of thought.
It is a hell in and of itself to love you and want you and wonder if I'm really what you want.
Time is short and I'm wasting away in solitude waiting for you to open my door once more.
There is no where I'd choose to cast away but in the emerald and gold of your irises,
I have both found and lost myself on your isle time and time again.
My lover, my friend…
how do I do anything but wait when where your heart beats is where my breath begins?
but then there are days when your distance leaves me in shambles and shadow limboing in and out of thought.
It is a hell in and of itself to love you and want you and wonder if I'm really what you want.
Time is short and I'm wasting away in solitude waiting for you to open my door once more.
There is no where I'd choose to cast away but in the emerald and gold of your irises,
I have both found and lost myself on your isle time and time again.
My lover, my friend…
how do I do anything but wait when where your heart beats is where my breath begins?
Published 23rd May 2019
| Edited 24th May 2019
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24th May 2019 6:38am
Now that's a fucking love poem!
Bravo!
Thank you for the read!
Small edit for you dahling...
but [then] there are days when [your]
Lovely write
Blue Skies at you
Bravo!
Thank you for the read!
Small edit for you dahling...
but [then] there are days when [your]
Lovely write
Blue Skies at you
24th May 2019 1:56pm
