Torn Pages

I want to talk to you

Tell you everything I know

Communicate with words only

You and I understand

Hear your loud whispers above my yawns

And snores I long for all

The wild gestures of your hands

When you speak in a manner of factly

And the way your lids twitch 

Boy i'm obsessed with that wink and the

"Blah blah blah" occupied in the silent dreamscape I have of you--of us

Random scenes on replay- Of my state of mind These days where I'm without

How deficient it's become, to travel

In your arms riding on clouds, closer

And Infinite I write our love story, 

feel your heart Beats go "blah blah blah" with creams, cakes 

We'd eat away the days, cause every delay

Hints your passion may be lost as the sheaves Containing the spark and fate deceased

Yet, I'd cleave to the death of our budding love

"Blah blah" I'd reply to your kind words of affection, grasping the torn pages

With all my heart and your shadow in my fantasy I'd kiss

To rekindle the desires which formed you in me to me in you

And awaken my heart in this world where blah blah is the most pleasant pronouncement.

© Iymmahnuel