Tell me who I’m suppose to be today, because I really just don’t know.
I’ll put on my happy face & this cold place will feel like home.
I’m the ragdoll of your life – just tell me what to do.
Fling me this way or that – I’ll be your dolly, shiny & new.
It’s an utter shame when facades become who we are.
And though we pretend, we cannot hide every scar.
Being here without you, I don’t know what to do.
My heart, my body, every fiber of my being, aches for you.
I don’t think tears could alleviate the pain I feel inside.
I’d miss you still, no matter how hard I cried.
Loneliness, aside from love, is perhaps the most profound emotion I’ve ever known.
And if it is the price — I’ll forever pay, for your heart to own.
It is my sincerest and most desperate plea -
When you are lonely too, please think of lonely me.
I have a loving heart and two arms for you to return to.
And as the clock (almost still) ticks to that moment, I’ll miss you.
I think of the feeling of your warm skin against mine,
your soft lips,
the way your look at me with your loving yet piercing eyes.
And I know I am in love
Not some fleeting kind of emotion most would associate with the word -
but real love,
the kind that’s been tested and yet only grows with time.
My life before you was only a prologue to the bigger story that I am now part of.
The days before I knew your love have become but a hazy, faraway dream.
Waking up to you each morning,
late nights filled with laughter,
the intoxicating love and happiness you gift me each day,
are the most gracious blessings my life has ever known.
As I watch the leaves dance in silhouette against the window from a passing car’s headlights, I think of you. I wonder why the moments in my life when I’m genuinely happy pass so quickly, while my times of loneliness and solitude seem almost neverending. The clock has become my enemy, it’s almost muted tick , a slow and menacing drumbeat in my ears. It is in these painful and disheartening moments that I realize, although I could live without (your) love, I would not want to.
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