Today is a new start. A chance for us not to fall apart. A chance I could capture your heart. I want you more everyday. Everyday it seems you slip further away. Not today, today I will be mindful. Today I will show you. I am love. I will surround you. I will consume you. You will feed my need to be love supernatural. You make my spirit restless. I am waiting for you caress. I am waiting to feel the warmth from your smile. I love the way walk. I will always feel this way. I wont let today be another disaster. Falling farther falling faster cant stop. Today we will be born again. Today is where forever starts. Today we will mend our broken hearts. Today we will be us again. Today we are whole. Today our souls will know. We are love eternal. Today we are one.
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Today is all smiles. It's great to see that glimmer in your beautiful eyes. I wonder if I could persuade you to look past my imperfections? Not see the flaws I see in myself. Today is all smiles. I love to see you this way. I miss the way you used to look at me like I was something special to you. I want to be closer with you. I don't know how to get there. I feel like I am lost. I catch myself holding my breath. It gets hard to breathe. I hate wanting like this. It's like an addiction. Maybe worse even. I don't need to be anything but happy. I want you to believe me. I want you to see it in me. Why do you always make me feel this way?
By john noakes7 years ago in Poets
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