[ DEITY ]
It's so DIFFICULT To wake up day in, day out, shriveled by the ever increasing craving to hold you again; To brush my teeth, knowing that you're not here to kiss me afterwards; To comb my hair, haunted by the memory of your fingers playing with my curls; To gaze at the moon, without holding you; To look at the mirror, instead of looking at you; To feel you by staring at your shiny eyes through memory, not sight; To find home, as no matter how many houses I stay at, I'll remain homeless - as home is you; To live like a drone, with the heart of a butterfly. Faith and Hope don't go hand in hand anymore. I hope to drown, but I wish to fly. To fly like an angel; To fly like you. It's so EASY To visualize the angel and the butterfly soaring up together, each dependent on the other - for love, and nectar, and other things best left unsaid here; To dream that you still remember what I promised you once - that I was going to w...