Beginning, the end…

If we ever get together and if we ever part. I’d hope I don’t touch another’s skin and pretended them to be you. Some things would just slowly rip me apart. Bcuz the feel of the flow has so much use. From the contentment of each fingertip that follows your curves. To the caress that enjoys the texture so soft it soothes the beast. But in the case of the aftermath of remembering how close we get as a worth. As the end comes before a forever ever gets a chance to live as more than a dream. I could only try harder to show the interaction is what I’ve waited on. So to be the one just to havta let go would break something deep. To be with the knowing of no one could ever replace the precise feel of the norm. Moving with time through life after the fact of holding a rare moment seized. I could only wish as if a fairytale was to give a lifetime to evolve into the main event. A true story where friends have a passion made to withstand a transformation of two individuals falling. Whether it be in to hearts opening up or straight through the inevitable vent. I’d like to think it’s us until it isn’t the answer to the calling. The belief is real and so inviting to the gesture coming alive. As my mind attempts to avoid the walking away yet to happen. To be left alone wondering of who could possibly fulfill depths willing to sigh. I’d just not wanna be trapped within myself with the thought of the sound of you laughing…