Grasping at Wondering

Tue, 10/29/2013 - 13:58 -- Severia


Grasping at wondering,

Just existing,

That doesn't peel me from the black and grey of everyday,

Doesn't make me see life in any color,

But with you it has meaning.

All the colors are so vivid and lovely.

But you feel just out of reach,

Like I'm grasping at the air just next to your fingertips,

And I wonder if I'll ever know how it feels to truly have your hand,

With so much time trickling by in the hourglass full of sand,

Every waking moment my skin longingly anticipates your touch,

Even my dreams torture me with visions of sweet relief,

Of you next to me and your eyes locked with mine.


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