Morning LetterA Story by Tenten
A morning letter to my love, I woke up this morning but I did not see your face. I went to sleep last night without your lingering taste. I did not know I would miss you until the moment you had gone. Now I sit here counting the days till your return. My love, my morning love, my noontime light, my midnight life, my eternal tryst were have you gone too? I fell asleep last night begging for your kiss. The taste of your blood lingering on my lips, the sound off your moans floating to my ears. My love my love my eternal tryst. Do you wonder if I will survive? My thoughts, my words, my prayers always circle to your heart. The years have passed I am growing old without you hear. Where have you gone to my love my love my midnight light? Do you wonder if I have survived? Dearest heart I have a new secret to tell you, it is an old secret I kept from you. My love my love my morning love. Did you know in the past I was harmed and in your arms, the moments deep those thoughts returned to me? But now my love my love my eternal love I am healed and I beg that you will have me. Dear love my dearest love I am at a moment that without your touch I will go to others. I do not know much about them but they are pleasant to look out and they have the quirks that annoy me. My heart my fragile heart, do not break with these words that flow into your soul. I beg that you forgive me. I know that should you eyes meet them, should your soul move to theirs that you too would accompany me on this fall. They are beauty and perhaps one day there shall be flesh to flesh between us. But I shall grant name and I shall grant number and I shall grant knowledge. No secrets, secrets are for you my loves, my hearts, my separated pack. But my morning words to you my late night love my eternal tryst is over to you eyes in another time these words will make sense but for now the lie dormant on this screen and one day my morning love you will see that without you by my side this heart dies fragile heart breakable only to your hands your words your touch your torture but good bye for now my morning love to you my heart my eternity. My unknown love always only for you. This is your despairing lover © 2008 TentenAuthor's Note
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Added on February 24, 2008 AuthorTentenAlamosa, COAboutI know me well enough to know that I don't who I truly am and that I deceive myself into believing i have found my way in life. i well away of the fact that i am a contradiction of actions and words a.. more..Writing
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