I am banged up. Mentally and emotionally. Literally and metaphorically. But everyday, I walk outside with a smile on my face because that is who I am.
Our legs intertwined. Our hearts in sync. The warmth of you, Radiating onto me. Those eyes of yours. That smile so subtle. We are risking everything, but it's worth the trouble.
I bet he has the golden paths lit up. All you see is gold. I can only imagine what the weather is like. All you see is snow. I envision people hand in hand; dancing with one another.
I lay with her. My tears stream down like waterfalls from my sea green eyes. This isn't how things are supposed to go. Taking my father wasn't good enough. Why does this have to happen to me.
Breathless. Pale. Lifeless. We knew it was coming; we expected it. The doctors predicted 8 weeks; we barely had one. I see her. Skin pale, white. Eyes closed.
Like you, I am a work in progress. But with all of our similarities, we are different. So different. We come from different places. I don't mean different cities. Or even different homes.
Wake me up. Kiss me. A lot. Go back to sleep. If you wake up again. Wake me up, also. Kiss me more. A lot more. Then, go back to sleep. If you can't sleep, Make sure I stay awake too. Kiss me. More.
Everything. Beautiful. Sad. Tragic. It hurts at first. The days drag on. The feet of the day train before tomorrow. So painful. Feels like the end of the world.