How can it reasonably stand,
That I can not get my head,
Out of the clouds?
The Clouds which satiate the physical torture;
The Sky and it's birds, flying free
Over mental torments?
The pulling in of a scattered and riddled mind,
All its exhaust.
The only realm I have of fairness,
Lays strictly in our fantasy, ironic as it is.
And imprinted upon me, a torture of the heart,
A pain that feels so good,
The body yearns for it, like aching muscles
To the hands of touch.
Simplicities like your smile, and how I felt in your presence; they linger in the back rhythm of my heart's beat...
For no exact or distinct
Reason at all.
and maybe by the time...
That I will have become ready
To tell it all...
The potency of the natured truth
Will have diminished
To vague memories of impressions and moments lost of all their luster.
Fact of the matter is however....
I am not so much that girl you knew.
Jaded and faded and much angrier than to be, I wish to.
Yet some love,
Never dies, even still, does it?
What a strong resort, to think, that you,
Could be the key;
Yet it doesn't stop me.
As yet, no thing has stopped me,
From loving you,
Though certainly, it would seem, as if YOU tried.
That past,
is so long ago- what matters of it now?
We only have now.
Now, the present Gift,
Of eternal love,
and eternal flame.
Yet Past & Ego constrain us;
Chain us down, don't they?
Won't they?
Do anything to keep our love apart?
Is it too much light
Or
Too much dark?
and anyways...with my head all in these clouds,
These clouds...
How arduously paralyzing it is to return to the mundane,
For I am having a hard time reconciling this life, which is without you.
As I still wonder often,
If you are He who stole my key?
Or had you forged it perhaps?
Or had I given it to you?
Walking and living as only half of me,
It would seem.
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