It is late at night
And I cannot sleep.
Your face lingers in my peripheral vision
No matter how much I try to banish you into the darkness.
Tormenting me over and over again
Taunting me and luring me into your arms
I cannot forget your face
I cannot erase your voice.
I can only simply scream and weep in frustration
Knowing that no matter how much I wish to have you here
You are not mine;
You never were and you never will be.
I simply have to watch you from afar
Despite how close you will be
Unbearable proximity
Driving me absolutely insane.
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♥ Spontaneity;
Louis Pauzé: "We're all going to die. Write that down, miss. We don't have the luxury of a thousand years on this earth. Only sixty, or maybe eighty little years if we're lucky. And these years pass in a flash. Why not offer flowers to your spouse every night? Why deprive yourself of the happiness of making your house a home? Why resist your impulse? Daily life is the most beautiful voyage..."
♥ Likes;
♥ Sanctuary;
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