So here I am. Laying in bed. Longing for your presence. Wanting to feel your hair on my face as we lay asleep together. Wanting you to leave the sweet fragrance of plums on my pillows. I ache to caress your delicate skin as you sleep. I can't escape this languished feeling for the soft kisses to your neck as you momentarily wake to turn over.
I cradle these thoughts and bring to them memories of an escaped past that visits it's tortured master as he lays sleepless in the very bed that exiles him for lack of your body.
Titles mean nothing to me. I've come to realize that actions are more supportive. Perhaps I have not fully expressed the actions that I put out in forms of words. Just a small reminder that I'm human. I suppose this facade of the perfect me has caught up to the supply tank of air. I feel as though an attack is imminent to my character and ideals. Two things that seem to leave me probing for oxygen. One disappointment is as good as ten. My one opportunity to ultimately surprise you has came and departed. The one objective that I wanted so badly is now a breathe in the wind. Although an apologetic lyric would normally suffice, I feel that something more should accompany such linguistic communication. An apology just seems incomplete. Something so minute has thrown a driven soul into a state of disarray. Yet your smile puts my soul at ease. Your embrace banishes my scattered negativity. I find myself discovering how amazing you are all over again.
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