06/14/2010

Sleepy Heads

Sleepy_Heads__by_Steptro

(Above Image entitled "Sleepy Heads." by Steptro)

The last time I saw you,

I was leaving.

The reality ate at my chest as I stepped out of our world, the past rushing through my head. It was a freezing, sunny day, the day you last held me tightly in your arms. Oh, what dismay to find myself at the foot of your gaze, wishing for one last embrace, to desire your very presence every single day, but I know. 

To love is to let go. 

I fall asleep hearing your heart beat, strong and steady. We held hands one last time, and kissed under the roof of warm sunlight shining through the glass. My dearly beloved, the last time I saw you,

I was looking back and you were still there.

Please wait for me.

Jun 14, 2010 12:15:29 PM | Media

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H1ro24

I kinda loathe that side of love. Nice entry, short and sweet but with a pinch of sorrow. Just enough to bring up feelings of anyone that has been through it

Posted by: H1ro24 | 06/14/2010 at 10:54 PM

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