It's not the same anymore,
Seeing him everyday and night,
It's so different now,
The pain compared to a frostbite.
A scab in the center of my arm,
Getting bigger and uglier by the minute,
The cold temperature I feel escalates-
Is it possible to surrender and forfeit?
I forgot the color of his beautiful eyes;
I forgot the texture of his skin;
I forgot the shape of his figure,
And the complete bliss he put me in.
Trying to put my unrealistic thoughts aside,
Pulling my pajama pants up towards the sky,
Climbing into my comfy bed; drifting to sleep,
Wandering off to a sacred place nearby.
I see him running in the direction towards me,
With his arms spread fiercly wide open,
A circle beginning to form upon his face,
His appearance is just so golden.
My heart begins to beat faster and faster,
As butterflies creep and assault my stomach,
The way he stands pleasantly in front of me,
As if he were a beautiful single purple lilac.
