what is a dream on the edge of nothing?
a nothing becomes something.
a touch becomes a kiss.
a kiss becomes a taste.
yet she speaks and you want to die.
yet the echo of her words haunt you making you feel somewhat alive.
you miss her whisper every night.
the softness of Rosy pink lips not chased.
yet you long for the touch of heat.
the loneliness binding you but restraint yet you stay away.
her photograph becomes your muse.
tears, as her Instagram become something you fear to lose.
yet she always on your mind.
and love isn't far behind.
lurking crawling on your skin.
the sweet kiss of her perfume conjure up fantasies melted into dreams.
yet nothing is as it seems.
the touch of her is inevitable to a dream.
yet you've never felt.
burning your eyes the tears you wept.
knowing she's a memory lost but wandering deep.
till you only see her.
this haunting feeling, is it love?
is it heaven?
yet you felt warmth.
it was enough.
it was the agony of having being loved.
lost in every word she says.
lost in the way she walks by.
you must have watched her a thousand times.
yet watching her never gets old.
she was a muse.
she was a friend.
yet she walks away again and again never looking up.
never averting her eyes.
those baby blue eyes hidden in a beautiful contraction known as glasses.
yet there goes your heart.
lost in the dark shadows of your mind.
lost forever more.
in translation.
drowning with love on your mind.
©darkmocha
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