Posts Tagged ‘ Wish you were here ’

The Flame Burns Out

A flame burns and goes away,
no longer to walk the light of day.
 
The warmth and comfort linger on,
the comforting light will never be gone.
 
Remember the flame, remember the light.
Remember the sound and the sight.
 
Comfort your soul with memories sweet.
The flame is gone, but not the comforting heat.
 
Warmth for the body, warmth for the soul.
Remember the flame, keep its memory whole.
 
It hasn’t gone, nor walked away.
It has simply faded from the light of day
 
Pain is remembrance and remembrance pain.
But, visit those memories time and again.
 
Wrap yourself in blanket of comforting love.
Feel the flame and the vahament love.
 
Flames flicker and always go out.
But all reunite with joyful shouts.
 
Together once. Together again.
The cycle of life has no end.
 
Cling to and cherish, let sweet memories thrive.
Because a flame has gone out, doesn’t mean it isn’t alive.
 
The light lives within us, it resonates there.
Feel love and comfort, but never despair.
 
The flame may be gone, it may not seem fair.
But someday it will meet you in a place called “up there”.

 

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Wish You Were Here

As the rain pours down heavily
I stare out, and think of you.
Wish you were here with me now.

At night there is an endless longing
For you to hold me in your arms again.
I miss us laying side by side.
Your body firmly pressed against mine
Such a perfect fit.
Wrapping your arm around my waist
Keeping me close, safe.

Your hands caressed me gingerly
As I melt in your arms.
The soft skin and the delicious torture
A trail sweet kisses and love bites
Traced over every inch
And found their way back again
To my waiting lips.

Your mouth took control of mine.
Fierce passion burning all the way down.
This persistent ache builds
Waiting for the ultimate release.
But until that day comes
I only can have
Impassioned dreams like these.

How I wish…
How I wish you were here.
How I wish you were right beside me.
How I wish you were holding me tight in your arms.

The rain is really harsh tonight.
When I walk in the rain
I don’t cry.
I won’t.
But in the rain, when I scream, yet again, who will really know?

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