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caffeinechestersWalking Dead
Of heavy limbs,
Numb mind,
A shell of human progeny,
Many so full of wrath, lust, greed,
All deadly sins accounted for,
No one is perfect, no one is better,
Walking dead.
Regret
Your black hair and eyes,
Like India ink,
Eyes so full of caring,
I think I have fallen for you.
Smiles and yearning,
A dance where we never touched,
A song in which the chords never sync,
Watching, waiting, wanting,
Never to be,
You're leaving to go down south.
While down there,
I heard your stories, of adventure and fun,
Yet, still begging me to cook for you,
It makes my heart weep to hear from you (separation).
It was spring according to the calendar,
However, something terrible was happening,
I felt it,
Only to hear, where you are, under the control of madman with guns,
The odd snow fluttering to the scene,
With police in full swat, brandishing weapons, attempting to control the anarchy,
Frames this day (never to leave my mind).
Beneath the restraints of time,
I see you vividly in my dreams,
Never to be,
Never to be (even though I wish it could be),
I am in love with a dead man.
Three Years Later
Three years,
156 weeks,
1,095 days,
26,280 hours,
1,576,800 minutes,
94,608,000 seconds,
it all feels like yesterday,
when we laughed,
carelessly flirted,
caressed,
hearing you speak Spanish to me (even though I never understood),
and begging me to cook more for you.
We promised each other so much,
Teaching you how to cook,
and that you'd teach Spanish (even if it killed you, as you said with a smile),
But that will never happen now.
Your smell, I remember all too well (like a summer morning at the beach),
Your smile, wide and bright, with your pointy canines (that fascinate me),
Your hands, that were always warm (even when you feel my fevered forehead),
Most of all, your personality, which made everyone in the room smile (and I fell for it too, when we first met).
Of heavy limbs,
Numb mind,
A shell of human progeny,
Many so full of wrath, lust, greed,
All deadly sins accounted for,
No one is perfect, no one is better,
Walking dead.
Regret
Your black hair and eyes,
Like India ink,
Eyes so full of caring,
I think I have fallen for you.
Smiles and yearning,
A dance where we never touched,
A song in which the chords never sync,
Watching, waiting, wanting,
Never to be,
You're leaving to go down south.
While down there,
I heard your stories, of adventure and fun,
Yet, still begging me to cook for you,
It makes my heart weep to hear from you (separation).
It was spring according to the calendar,
However, something terrible was happening,
I felt it,
Only to hear, where you are, under the control of madman with guns,
The odd snow fluttering to the scene,
With police in full swat, brandishing weapons, attempting to control the anarchy,
Frames this day (never to leave my mind).
Beneath the restraints of time,
I see you vividly in my dreams,
Never to be,
Never to be (even though I wish it could be),
I am in love with a dead man.
Three Years Later
Three years,
156 weeks,
1,095 days,
26,280 hours,
1,576,800 minutes,
94,608,000 seconds,
it all feels like yesterday,
when we laughed,
carelessly flirted,
caressed,
hearing you speak Spanish to me (even though I never understood),
and begging me to cook more for you.
We promised each other so much,
Teaching you how to cook,
and that you'd teach Spanish (even if it killed you, as you said with a smile),
But that will never happen now.
Your smell, I remember all too well (like a summer morning at the beach),
Your smile, wide and bright, with your pointy canines (that fascinate me),
Your hands, that were always warm (even when you feel my fevered forehead),
Most of all, your personality, which made everyone in the room smile (and I fell for it too, when we first met).
