Standing alone

in the cold onyx night,

sighing with wistful longing

in deep breath of my soul,

contemplating your wildness,

taunting and teasing.

Desire wells up

as you sashay by,

a swaying lure

with no backward glance.

While I patch

my empty vessel,

you grab life

between your teeth.

I listen to the wind,

fantasizing that we

are running rampantly

through meadows

of pure passion

before time

slips away,

praying for the moon

to share our table,

but our world

is colored with

forlorn farewells

on empty streets.

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you, me

formerly, we

now when i'm lost i search for you. are you looking for me

us. we. how it 'used to be'.

there was never a forever but i can laugh and say

it was nice when it lasted. and it lasted. not long enough.

i still pretend that you are a part of me, really,

but we,

we fell too far for me to remember where we were before

or why.

why i lost you. or

you lost me.

When I made my inner senses to move forward

Into the seducing lake of stars ,

I stood there as a cup which was half filled and half empty

So was my mind !

As I marched every step deeper into the lake ,

There came into the view of the only

Mysterious, magnificient, hypnotising

Ball of purity, the moon !

You pulled me like the tidal waves

Into the silent part of the lake

As I stood motionless contemplating on you .

In the category of dreamers, you walk on common ground with many. Picking at something you’re not that good at doing all the while only thinking of what could be. However, every time your mind crosses that line of delusion come to me and I’ll show you a sudden reality that is constantly opposite. Something you should take as a slap to come to your senses. Still, you probably won’t listen. You’ll decide to keep picking away—not because you know how to endure, but because you don’t know any different.