Through this whole experience
I've got to understand that I can not you love me
But I hope our memories have left you with a better picture of what love is
I seem to share the most intimate, I'll never forget: type of memories
With the most familiar of strangers because they all seem to change eventually
Kissing you in the dark
You used to be a beautiful night that pulled me inside
Now you no longer afraid of the crowd, You reach as far as the sunrise, how could I still call you mine
Too many lies
I can never look at us the same
Too bad about the picture of us, I adored and kept in the frame of my mind
Sometimes you go in it with the wrong intentions
Only to find out it's a beautiful thing, we messed up from the beginning
It's a beautiful thing filled with ugly intentions
I'm confused whether is was love, maybe it comes in boxes
If there are amounts to love, tell what your size is, since it was never honesty or trust
Did you ever relate
At one moment, was it the same picture we paint
Because what I felt is not something you give away
In this picture you never stop painting until the picture is a ruin
It feels like I've known you for more than 72 months
Because it's hard to say goodbye
It's not like you no longer alive
Just that a part of me dies
Burning the bridges
A part of me is left on the other side
Burning the bridges
A part of me stayed behind
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WORDS THAT MODEL OUR LOVE INTO LIFE. When You Not Here To Touch
PoetryA series of beautiful peoms. Not all of us are love birds but every single person can relate. Love's challenges, journey, wonders expressed through words. Written to a loved one, left behind. Words shot at the aim of keeping love alive. Long distan...
