When the heart strings are pulled the poet picks his pen. He scribbles lines about how she is on the other side of the world, how his soul melts into oceans ebbing with sadness, how his heart breaks into a million tears when he thinks of her. If only this world had no boundaries, no sense of time or space. It is too hard, love, too hard to traverse through calenders when each day is marked with wistful memories, forlorn verse and the reminder you live in another world.
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My fingers hold up the number of days it will take you to come here. And my happiness, peace of mind and determination fade. My eyes cloud with tears and my voice chokes. I wish you weren't on the other side of my familiar world. My smiles crumble into a pile at my feet while I lean before God and pray for a nearness of you. The punishment for living a dream is to put another on hold.
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Bits and bytes, calls and minutes, laughs and loneliness rip through us. We refused to acknowledge love. Now love, exasperated, crashed upon us and punished us with distance. This is the price we pay for arrogance. Arrogance for not looking at what was in front of us, for looking everywhere else except at you. We were so late..
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Tonight I will sleep with a blanket of tears draping my face. My dreams will be punctuated with sobs. My heart will abandon me for you. And the fire of despair will burn my soul.
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My fingers hold up the number of days it will take you to come here. And my happiness, peace of mind and determination fade. My eyes cloud with tears and my voice chokes. I wish you weren't on the other side of my familiar world. My smiles crumble into a pile at my feet while I lean before God and pray for a nearness of you. The punishment for living a dream is to put another on hold.
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Bits and bytes, calls and minutes, laughs and loneliness rip through us. We refused to acknowledge love. Now love, exasperated, crashed upon us and punished us with distance. This is the price we pay for arrogance. Arrogance for not looking at what was in front of us, for looking everywhere else except at you. We were so late..
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Tonight I will sleep with a blanket of tears draping my face. My dreams will be punctuated with sobs. My heart will abandon me for you. And the fire of despair will burn my soul.
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