Awaiting…
There is this feeling that I can’t put on paper,
On somedays it feels like that feeling could tear me apart,
On some days it’s the exact same feeling that keeps me warm and close,
Have you given me something precious or something painful,
Well if the answer was easy,
This feeling itself wouldn’t make sense,
I yearn for you in ways that I myself can’t elicit,
It gets so heavier that even if I were to try I might not be able to endure the pain it encompasses,
I wish you were close,
So that I could run my hands in your hair,
While doing so I get to gaze into the depths of your eyes,
You snatch my hand and fill the gaps in it with yours,
That might seem harsh times,
But when you are away they are a reminiscence of how it feels to be so enrapted by you,
Miles away when I think you know about it in a blink,
To a world enmeshed in mundanity,
This seems a fairy tale too far true to be true,
The truth lies in the connection we share,
The trust that we have nurtured and the tears we have wiped from the cheeks for years,
To the naked eye it’s unexplainable,
Something so profound and deeply connected,
That miles afar still we are connected!!! — Maya
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