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I have to write it,
just put it out there on the keyboard
since typewriters are not a thing, any more
I wont have to type it
I have to write it
she will not ever read
so I write it, to remind and forget
of the only, old flame I once lit
someone have to write it
imagine what went and could be
boosting its own mind and creativity
or filling the room with perceptivity
what should I say then
I always get stuck with remembering
but we aint getting younger, so
now its the time to register what went
we lost, left or were lifted
of the pure stuff of love we pulsed then
in a stupid holiday to be named
we found one another
we laughed, shared and sparkled
sure there was fire, booze and [you know]
was like meeting an old friend of you
feeling alive and jumpy as a kangaroo
so that's what I'll write about
of when we should have met again
and looked and laughed and felt like then
free to ourselves, whatever that meant
I dreamed of on that day had been
less British and more latin, per se
we should have rolled on the sand of the harbor
or ran through the streets just crazy
will we ever meet again?
who will hold the fire from my old hands
or cut the wire to just marry the man
I hope I am not the one who once ran
the time, yes, charges a toll
one forgets of the pain and abandon
holds to the magic of what has gone
deserted to another world, dimension
I think if we meet, we would
simply feel alive and connected
planning to conquer the world just to make it a better place.
where special deep connections are not rare
I would have contented in
agreeing to meet somewhere someday.
instead it was strange, atomically you pushed me away
I tried to be polite, the other [what would you say?]
during the part, de par ture
I was more like "we will meet again don't worry,
and be there for each other forever"
where have it gone?
how can one forget
I guess I need to know what happened first.
how it happened to you girl
right here in the physical world
for me was the strongest thing I ever felt
and my heart was bursting
beating of life and fire,
now it wonders...
[did we just do it again?]
last time we parted we knew we would have to meet again.
is another other life needed for us to close?
or was my duty to just brake the shell and make it all smooth for your real dream to come through?
If my mission was accomplished,
please show me where is the next dragon to fight
I am sorry for letting my trust feel broken by you,
when you chose not to be friend, not to be there, not to be found
I just needed a similar soul around
who would understand the things I heard and saw with you?
hey girl, what about your letter?
And all the vivid dreams
I wish to trust and understand your new intentions
how could I visit your family home, if I am afraid?
of seeing you, despite how much I wish to do so
I don't want to mourn it all again alone
did I mourned it properly?
accept, get in peace with it, remember the good stuff, learn from the bad stuff, move on respecting the memories, ...
actually, did you have to mourn us at all?
Did I ever stood a chance to be your dream?
Can you look everyone in the eye for infinite moments and penetrate their soul?
Or just lay by each other, seamlessly synch your breathings and tele transport to [via] a somniferous island?
Synchronize your whole life effortlessly?
How could anybody ever be satisfied with less than this.
I live to see this power being standard,
to feel this kind of love everyday!
This paradox
Where is this from?
From which era?
Is it mine or is it yours?
Whatever it is, we should stamp and dispatch it properly.
Even if only I feel this now,
a cube can only exist in multi dimensions
no matter the perspective
and so does our story
Will you ever tell me yours?
All of it.
All of this,
and all of when we lived in each other
--
Someone who over respects time and spaces
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