Future.

I still remember the day we met,
Your navy suit,
and my green lacy dress.
Your eyes across the room from mine,
sparkle building on sparkle,
life creating love.

I didn’t mean to act that way;
too cold, too unloving,
too far away.
Your lifeline could’ve clicked with mine,
but I was too broken
to know it at the time.

Now those days are a year away,
and you’re still a constant thought
in my head.
I tried to erase you a billion times,
but you, amore, wouldn’t leave my life.

I haven’t seen you in 11 months,
for I was chasing another life.
But when I’m alone in bed at night,
my only dream is your perfect touch.

And now I wonder if we’ll have it all,
as we have almost survived a storm.
I always say I don’t get attached,
but you, my love, just might be my nest.

-by Asja

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For I Have Changed 

Lost. Not in who she is. Nor where she’ll be. But in the puppet show in which she’s the lead.

Disappointed. On a constant quest. Not for the dreams. But for the soul.

Torn. Between oceans. Longing for the world. Never not missing home.

Persistent. Always to rise. Not to be someone’s toy.

Certain. Failure she does not see, for a warrior she found within.

Changed.

-by Asja

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