Can I remember this moment?
Or will it fade like the rest?
Will it fall with my tears of angst?
Or will it gather among the crest of thoughts?
Can I take in this breath of a fresh start?
Or will it go right back to where I began?
Will I open the door to my heart?
Or will it amount to less than a closed opportunity?
You already occupy my mind,
and I swear you’re the voice that tells.
I’m a living battle,
tell me do I want to leave here?
I’m a living contradiction,
tell me do I need to hang on longer?
Is it possible to breathe in,
and breathe out the stress of reality?
Is it possible to breathe out,
and manage to breathe you in?
Would you mind,
could you please remind me?
What it feels like to have you in my thoughts,
and maybe even in my arms instead?
My thoughts are tangible,
but I can’t quite grasp what I’m looking for.
Is it possible to think of you too much,
or is it not even close enough?
Is it ever enough,
to only give you my words and thoughts?