if there were words to describe...
you told me that i was once the queen to your empire so serene and it crumbled into a latent dream. For what it seems you want to fall back asleep and dream the reality we could have. A love that has never expired a love that has never retired but been recycled by plenty. the two faded memories going through each other and never touching are coming closer and closer with each year month week day then second of time. Can you see the vision and invision what I have in mind? And I wonder.. because no matter how strong the attraction may be to someone else I always find myself back where I started again before I started high school before I starred I mean co-starred with you. Before I started feeling what feeling in love with you could feel like; but at the time- no our timing was never right. Before I thought we could do well if I gave it all my might. But the truth was you put in all the efforts at the time you could and I put in all my love that you knew I would. And the time capsule that has held it all so dear has been the fate sealer of Shawn and Zaire. Timeless it seems our love was made to be by God so that in time we could understand the true meaning of love. And you ask me when do we start building our empire? Feeling our hands interlock fingers, your breath on my jaw line your eyes piercing through my soul your arms redefinding what comfort and security is on my body simultanously miles away from me knowing that right now you really can invision the dream into reality. But how can we dream when I'm fully awaken. When most others would describe me as taken. When fantasizing about you would be thoughts wispered by Satan because infidelity is constantly betraying... the promise I made. And how do we dream when you cant stay asleep long enough to leave her not so forbidden flesh fresh and so sweet that has you hard as concreate and a signed contract in sweat cum and blood running a debt while draining my love. and the whispers in the darkness of wanting to make love and the sheets soaking up all the sweat and the comforter kissing layers of comfort into dreams of this moment holding onto to forever with a grip of eternity the power I didnt have but you gave to me. As if each preacious moment wasnt as preacious a moment to both of us, as if we could interchangibly call each other's bluff; How can we dream our life to reality... When this reality seems like nothing but an unreal dream..
