a pervading sense of isolation and a cigarette
feel like the epitomy of sadness.
a longing for your eyes
your lips
your scent and touch
is all that exists at the moment.
why has destiny made you
the relic of my soul?
why has destiny then taken you
out of reach.
my days,
they're spent staring at the ceiling
connecting the dots
to form your face.
so that i feel further from you
than i already am.
...
(this is unedited and unfinished. as a matter of fact it was conceived after clicking the "new thread" button.)
8)
feel like the epitomy of sadness.
a longing for your eyes
your lips
your scent and touch
is all that exists at the moment.
why has destiny made you
the relic of my soul?
why has destiny then taken you
out of reach.
my days,
they're spent staring at the ceiling
connecting the dots
to form your face.
so that i feel further from you
than i already am.
...
(this is unedited and unfinished. as a matter of fact it was conceived after clicking the "new thread" button.)
8)
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Polya