We Were Beautiful

Kind of long, but I think it's worth reading.

I'm looking at this dried up flower

Thinking of how often life finds irony

Because I hadn't looked at that flower since you had given it to me,

That one day you walked me home

Part of me can't help but wonder;

Is this a symbol for our life?

Will the dream of the life we'll build together shrivel up, and turn gray?

Because now you're gone away

And I think of you everyday

But do you think of me?

Will the thought of me creep it's way to your lips every now and then so that you dream of how I taste?

Will we find each other while we rest?

We don't have to sleep together to dream together

We can replay that scene where we slept together in our dreams

The one where you folded me in your arms in your slumber

I can remember how every time I tried to shift you'd pull me closer

And how, in all of my discomfort, I'd never been happier

Come to think of it, you'll probably just remember waking up to my lips

After I'd succumbed to greed

I'll remember how I woke you up from the nap I decided to take, but never did

Just so I can see you look at me in the special way you do

The look that makes me feel like I want to work my a*s off to be a news reporter just to show the world how shy I am

I woke you up so that I can look into your almost black eyes so that they can chase away the gray cloud of "I'm not good enough for you"

And I should apologize for being selfish and waking you up that day,

But #sorrynotsorry , I don't regret it one bit

Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed the peaceful look on your face while you slept

Now before you go calling me a creep, it wasn't my fault

I just so happened to turn around and see your face

What else was I supposed to look at? The wall?

You know, I never told you this, but every time we nap together, I fall in love

I'd give up just about anything to be able to lie in your arms until you fall asleep, just to turn around and look at you

It's almost like an out-of-body experience

In those few moments, it feels like I'm looking down at us, tangled up together and wishing I had a love like that

But then I come back to my body and realize that I do

Sometimes it's overwhelming

Sometimes I want to cry because there won't be enough time

The rest of my life is not enough, even if I do live to be 100

So now I'm looking at this flower, and don't know whether to smile or cry,

Because we made those memories

And every 5 seconds, I wish we could make more

But there's nothing I can do now,

Except be here, and hope that you want that too

And hope that God wants us to

And if we are to shrivel up like that flower, I'll know that we were beautiful, at least for a while.

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[Edward Lancheister]

every moment that sculpted in our heart couldn't be erase and every simple things could be statue of memorial.

thanks for share