long distance
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You had me at first glance
You gave me more than just a chance
You lit a fire in me that I can never defuse
You are the artist that became my muse
i've heard that the person you love is the one you think about while standing by the ocean.
i haven't been to the beach in awhile,
but every daily task of mine is accompanied by daydreams of you.
I wish you’d know
How close you are to my heart
Or how you and my thoughts never part
Or how you made me realize that love is one beautiful art.
To explain this feeling how do I even start?
I wish you’d know
How close you are to my heart
Or how you and my thoughts never part
Or how you made me realize that love is one beautiful art.
To explain this feeling how do I even start?
I want you to know that even though you're away, not a minute passes that I don't think of my Bae
I love every part of you and I don't just mean aesthetically, although, of course, you're gifted genetically.
Time stands still for you and I
Sometimes
Others it seems to take more than it should
While we get lost in memories
Time is passing us
We didn’t fall in love
I just can’t stop thinking bout you
No we’re not meant to be
But everyone you’re with reminds you of me
Dear firefly,
It's been too long since I've seen you
It's been too long since I've felt your touch
the brush of your hand on mine
the soft reassurance of your fingers skimming the skin on my face
Dear Far-Away Love,
Yes, I know today is another day
with you over there and me over here
Dear Love,
Why?
Why me?
Why him?
Why did it have to be us?
Why did you make me give my heart
Dear Matthew,
Your eyes tell me they love me,
even when your mouth does not.
However, I cannot remember a day or night
that your mouth forgot.
Your hands tell me they want me,
i get scared on the longer days,
dear
and you, inquisitive, know the blush…
...the blushing reason why
i get scared
Where there is love,
Distance doesn’t matter.
Whoever wrote this line doesn’t know the kind
Of love I have for you.
From island to desert
Memories are key
Eyes don’t scream greed
I trust they don’t make a fool of me
In distance I see
the feelingof You next to me
when You're in the room
or across the sea
est nonpareil
our love so ubiquitous
forces my blind eyes to realize
Distance is a funny thing.
To others, it is an investment of time worth laughing at
Simultaneously a vicious corruption that will always,
Without fail,
there is something strangely beautiful
and completely hilarious
about listening to you snore over skype.
i have never touched your face
or kissed your lips
but i feel your heart beating in mine.
I always thought a mile was short,
That I could run and run and never come back.
I never knew I would meet you.
You, almost two hundred and thirty-three miles away.
SOMETIMES I WONDER WHAT IT’S LIKE IN THAT MAN’S SHOES AND WHAT IT’S LIKE TO BE SO LOVED, AND UNAPOLOGETICALLY YOURSELF
Stress
Thoughts
Emptiness
What's wrong?
What's wrong?
I do not kow.
Anger at words unsoken,
No winning
No winning.
I can't hold on.
I need you here,
A man from the moon and a woman whose been raised by the sun. One of them has found powerful bullets while the other holds the gun.Seldom thoughts of this thing called intimacy that is foreign to their minds.
One: When I was three years old I told everyone I knew that I was an alien from Pluto. I was born as a daughter of Pluto. I crawled my way out of the dust I was conceived in.
I wonder if you think of me
During the time in between
When I saw you then
And I see you again.
Do I linger in your consciousness
Like you have settled into mine.
1. The boy I love lives in Spain.
2. I live in America.
3. The boy I love came to America for two weeks as a foreign exchange student. Two weeks is just a small percentage of our lives.
I used to think I knew what love was,
and then a boy with honey brown eyes, and no tattoos walked into my life,
Halfway across the world he stay,
6,966 miles away,
I am lost in the curve of your cupid's bow,
Oh, but how it seems more like Cupid's chokehold,
So far away,
across the world; you are,
Tantalizing brown eyes searching for a purpose,
searching for bravery,
i. I’m waiting for the day when I can finally curl up next to you and talk to you freely without the distance between us ringing with every echo of your words. Small birds like you deserve the entire universe and everything it has to offer.
The day I had to leave was the worst day of my life. Waking up to the sun shining in your room, the roaring sound of the morning city travelers, and the quiet sound of your breathing filled the empty room.
With Her,
Faces, names, places,
All the world spins past,
On a colorful carousel
Within grasp,
But She is next to me
I don't care for anyone else
She's here
They're not.
Time stays slow
As I sprint towards gold,
Thousand miles away,
I just can't seem
to run fast enough
To having your company.
I want to give you
The most beautiful words in the world
To hold in your heart
And keep on a cold day
When my voice is far too far away.
Right now it is 2:00 am and I am awake in bed, staring at the ceiling with glossy eyes
as if my mirrored pupils could teach the blue sky above the Atlantic something about reflection.
The world is extravagant, Knowing that you are only across the Earth's blue blanket, It's an adventure worthy of the valuable trinket, Someone that loves me so, and a confidant, The hope within the soul of ours, Drives us to achieve the holy gra
For some it's dreams that get in the way of living
For me it's reality that gets in the way of dreaming.
Fishing on those hot summer days,
Going home empty handed,
laughing all the same.
I picture her lovely skull
tracing her thoughts
stripping them naked
with the tips of my fingers
flicking
brushing thoroughly
her needle scalp
Her button eyes
You are Winter
When the nights are long
And the mornings blur
Not a thing in our world is wrong.
You are Spring
When what melts is grey
And new life can cling
You were a drug.
I had a taste and I took a part of you and you took a part of me. You were a way to escape to somewhere else, now that I felt I never want to leave.
My lips ache for yours like a dry dessert craves the water of a downpour.
Will my tears ever be dried by the gentle wipe of your hand across my eyes?
Will my hand ever be able to feel the smooth, light creases in your hand?
Long distance is easy, they say.
Long distance is better, they say.
Well guess what?
It’s not easy.
Every day is a new wake up call.
“She’s not going to be in your first class today.”
I.
i have this tendency to hide behind tall buildings.
skyscrapers are home, but your lap
is the most familiar place i will ever know.
II.
when Thomas Edison invented the light bulb,
Could I really be heard?
I am seventeen year old young lady, Sierra
I’ve been to ten different schools, Nisqually
to Ridge, on to college and back here.
Billions of people in this big world
But all I want is you
Millions of people in this state
I hope you need me too
Hundreds of miles may keep us apart
Not even busses and planes and cars
You were just lying down with me,
but now you're miles away
You tell me that you need me,
and prove it to me every single day
Love was a concept I thought I couldn't
understand
I sit on a windowsill, cup in hand.
The cup is attached to a four hundred mile-long string
that if its path was traced would lead to your hands,
If only you were closer, then I'd see you every day
If only I were a toaster, I'd heat your heart in a painful way
If only distance wasn't a factor, then we could run and scream and play
These highway lines burn designs into my focused eyes
eyes focused on a sight that blankets my mind
a blanket of where only comfort resides
This comfort, it's meaning, drowns my perception
I'm no supergirl
My arms can't reach over states
Minding hollow hugs.
Brightly lit screens do nothing,
With love I write you
Heart aching across the miles
I'm no supergirl
All my dreams, a thousand miles away
they lie nestled against him as he sleeps
too bitter and faithless to kneel and pray
the life that I wanted, I could not keep
I hunger for his voice, to hold his hand
I use up
most of my lovein airplanes.
Spending it liketokens at theLocal arcade.
The engines hum,the wings thrum,the guttural startof take-off.
Fashionably
late.
The old and white nostalgia
descends upon my door.
Nervously- perhaps anti-
cipation draws me
like an artist struck by deja
vu- I
walk out to greet her
and
when the rain is falling
and the night is heavy
and the blankets arent enough to keep you warm
ill pull you closer
and hug you tighter and
whisper words to remind you
I am forever yours
Hours upon hours and miles spread
between two small shiny red pins on a map.
Asphalt and ground span to create a gap
hitched and held together by a Red Thread.
Despite all the distance that must be tread
Everything is so confusing
not being able to be with you.
It's making me crazy,
and I don't know what to do.
Hello I say,
To the darkest part of my mind
As I'm hidden away from the world.
Consumed by depression
And taken over by negative thoughts
On how I could be better
