When I think of you ... when I see you ... my breath escapes me suddenly, my eyes turn blue.
I miss you ... the memory fades, your lips whisper, "I miss you too ...", but fantasies rarely hold true.
For a moment, let's exchange ...
In hand deep red and purple carnations,
A sight for sore eyes ... I see your face. "When I talk to you ... I'm pulled apart ... My grip betrays me."
You stare at me with eyes so gray.
Tears roll down, onto your ground, and water my ill kept flowers ... but let's inhale for just an hour, these faded flowers, and I'll be on my way.
But before I do, I will have you in my embrace, and sign my love through your heart.
A manuscript of joy and pain, another page, learned and suffered.
Please teach me this, a graceful art, it's bittersweet, but you're not too tart ... Come dance with me, for one last time, overcome the pain, if you let me stand next to you.
Silhouettes of warmth,
Understanding and closure are what remain,
I pray time will remind you what you mean to me,
I pray time will forget to fade my faith.
YOU ARE READING
Silhouettes of Warmth
PoetryLook at the picture. Tell me,what do you see? a dance. a man, woman, dipping, elegantly. a flawless cursive,and imprint of us. inspired by a picture recieved and later revisited through text msg, kind of a rorschach experience. I wrote it in english...
