I'M Soaring
My heart soars throughout time.
On and on it goes, hovering through nothingness, seeking only my bosom.
It is not the winds of bliss that sails men,
It is the wings of grief that stirs me,
A whirlwind of emotions that vexes me.
My heart sails with hurt and grief
And my mind knows these sores surely won't heal.
How shall I pass this time apart from thee, holding my breath from me, my life, my heart.
Visions of you in act hurling my heart shall torture me.
Then torment me with memories of your touch, your lips swollen from the tears you shed for me and in your eyes ..... The love, won't you confess it and seal our found passions with a shared kiss.
Like in every meeting there's a greeting
Though every meeting ends with a parting
And in every parting there's a hurting
A pull that denies one to ever let go.
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