I hate that I have to mourn our love and connection by myself in a temple full of memories and echoes of your laughter, it sucks that I can’t stop thinking about you the more days that passes by, and that I have unbearable moments of despair from missing you, so much so that I long for just a stare, that may turn into a touch, that might turn into a hug, that could turn into a kiss, so I run and run, until I have no energy left to feel either or… I’ve never had it bad like this before, but nevertheless I thank God that I’m not empty, numb and cold. I see why they say it’s better to have loved and lost love than to not have experienced love at all, you don’t have say nothing, this is my last call. Sorry for the psycho Babel.
A: Pipoetry By: Randy P.
“Psycho Babel” is A Pipoetry by: Randy Pipman (c) Copyright Pipoetry 2013 All Rights Reserved.