As I lay restless, I ponder the fun and simple things, But before long I return, my mind painfully returns, to love.
As I wake, I see beautiful scenes of autumn trees And the vibrant hues of fresh violets, but what about love?
The purple mountain, adorned with vast storm clouds, Looks so imposing, but it’s beautiful this time of year. Is this love?
I walk through thirsty streets, quenched by rain, and I search, I scan all the passing faces, frantically looking, for love.
I flip through tear-stained pages filled with stories. Stories about cyborgs or knights and dragons, but never love.
I dread the tense, silent moments spent alone. On bad days, and worse nights, my thoughts return to you, my love.
Do you still remember how a fresh tattoo feels On my skin? Do you still remember love?
I remember cotton candy scented nights spent by your side. I remember the sweet taste of your skin, the taste of love.
On unforgiving winter nights, we kept each other warm. We were on top of the world. I felt untouchable. I felt love.
We would stay up all night making each other laugh. Telling funny stories and making grand plans of love.
Now I can hardly remember your face, your voice, and even less, your touch. But I will never forget that aroma of cotton candy. The stench of young love.
My memory is hazy, but I am reminded constantly. What was her name again? I think it was love.
"If the cookie is empty, so too are the days of our lives"- Me after opening an empty fortune cookie