December 21, 2012

• the fire often fades

  I often miss the high of falling love
  It only happened to me once
  he wonders why I like to reminisce
  but he's the one and only to show me this
  I can't forget what it felt like
  the moment we first kissed
  the sound of his voice on the phone
  hours and hours taking time to know
  to hear him, to love him
  it was magic
  sometimes its the memories that start it
  they remind me what a gift it is
  to know and love like this
  I can't let the drive go
  the desire to relive the bliss
  we recreate it when things go wrong
  struggling to find the feelings
  the fire often fades, passion suffers the mundane
  with the weight of life and the course of the day
  we've got to survive reminiscing the beauty
  of our lives,
  the chaos and the triumph
  the madness and the cause
  all produce the masterpiece that is us

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