Sometimes I just accept
I let my body sink into the truth
I deal with the side effects
Of being without you
Without your kiss
The birds don’t sing
Trying to move on from this
Yet you’re still in my dreams
The way we would embrace
Passion pouring from our core
The touch would soothe my aches
I assumed our love could endure
All of my atoms call to you
Needing to look into your eyes
Not knowing what I can do
To put our stars back in the sky
About the Creator
Viv C
Hi, loves. The human connection and intimacy are so pure and beautiful. Writing is my passion and there is nothing else I would rather do in this life. Read my blog here, www.illitica.com. Doing the Divine's work.
Hall of mirrors
Things used to matter, before all the noise. And at that time when things still had meaning, there had been dreaming too, when dreams still mattered. And the brightest dream from those times was full of mountains and seas and smiles and the types of passion that absorbs you the way a dog is absorbed by witnessing something for the first time: with absolute presence, and awe.
By Giulia Viti6 days ago in Fiction
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