How'd you forget about me? How can you not remember the little things. What I love, makes me laugh, makes me feel like you're here.
It's foreign to me. The fact that I can't do that. Like I hold my breath for that great amazing love moment. That kiss in the rain. The dance that changes everything. The gift that makes my soul sing because it is so truly emotionally charged and perfect based on who I am to you.
Maybe I just want too much. I never fought. Yet, desperately that's what I need. To be rescued, fought for, passionately pursued. Remembered.
Beloveds, how does one forget all these dreams? Forget the past. Walk away and never look back? It isn't in my makeup.
Soar beloveds.
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