Starbucks.


The sense of snow pouring over my palm elates my soul; as I enjoy the scene of a newly covered snow park. Strange how seasons drastically change everything that is going on within you.  The place brings back so much that has passed by, I sit and enjoy every bit of my memory flashing past my eyes. The now frozen stream, the freshly covered bridge; all remind me of the day he asked “Will I be the one who will dare to dream along with him, who will dare to step up with him in ever leap that he takes” and all I had to say was a simple Yes. All the time that I took must have been a dead end battle for him, an uphill castle to conquer. All that faith he put in me, brought me where I’m. 
I sit here and wait for seasons to change and bring along all the emotions that I hold within. Let me learn who Im and who he is, for we both have our souls sketched on a single canvas. The chilly winds make me want you more by the day and greater at night. The winds pass by and caress my soul, marking your kisses my way. I know what your up to, for I know you too well. I can read all that compassion in your eyes, as all I can see within is the image of my soul drowned in yours. 
You come along and break me off from my journey of the past, hand me over my steaming Starbucks, and all I gaze at; is the shine of that ring circling your finger. Reminds me of the day I finally said. ” I Do!”

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4 thoughts on “Starbucks.

  1. E.Gen says:

    The VERY instrumental HUH …..
    this girl pisses me off with the amount of attraction she has :S
    i wish i cud have her BUT then i wish that she gets someone better than me because she deserves a VERYYYYYY nice and loving guy…

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