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Truth Be Told By Paralda Memory of the energy we shared, the way our eyes and words met always exploding in laughter, never had to touch each other, the sensual energy was there lurking on the surface but was always interrupted by thought. I remember the kiss with no feeling. Were we subconsciously afraid to feel? I know I was, but what about you, do you have the same regret of the same subconscious thought? We were young and dumb, that's what they say because we experimented. But were we dumb when the subconscious thought played out? Or was it in fact a conscious thought? Why do I still feel your lips upon mine when I think about that afternoon on 15'th floor? Why are you the hole in my soul that can never be filled? I have no expectations for the future, only wishes of It bright. I see you when I shut my eyes, and I´m burning internal when I think your name. I know I´m not your type, I know I'm not to feel you through and through, I know I will have you as my one regret, but also the best choice I've ever made by letting you fly. |
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