Lost
When the days just seem to just stay still
Not moving despite the ticking
On the clock.
Everyday I dream about seeing your beautiful face
But then something happens and I can't
Then I just break down in depression for some reason.
But always counting down to seven
I can always count to that day of somewhat just
You and me; alone.
Nights that I'm away from you
I feel so miserable that
I just want to scream at the top of my lungs
And I hate that.
The days that we have all to ourselves
Are so glorious
Like that of the colors of a rising sun
And the falling of the mother star, our sun or bringer of life…
Your touch sends shocks of relief up my spine
Like that of lightning striking you as if
You were the wrongdoer of the world…
Sometimes I just feel that I lose myself in your eyes
Your voice…
Your touch…
The colors of the rising and setting suns…
I seem to lose myself
In many ways…
That sometimes while looking in awe
At the majestic colors of the rising and sometimes setting sun
I can always consider myself to be somewhat…
Lost