Hopefully Not Forgotten

A Story by joe

I’m hoping real love is not forgotten. Can we please sit back and stop this knocking? All we need to know… all I need to know is… Maybe sometimes we got it wrong. The more things seem to change the more you seem to hesitate. Go ahead and find yourself somewhere, come now let your hair down and sun blaze.

It’s getting to late to get away. I’m drowning in your bliss. I can’t move from the smell of your obsession. Intoxicated by your loving. The silhouette of your body ever flowing like a river. Somewhere in the darkness you qualm my soul and raise the temperature. It’s getting too hot for me to stand still and lere my dear. Somewhere out in the ocean where I’ve gotten lost in, the ocean mist speaks to me. Waves of your stare wash me in and out of this disparity a feeling reigning over me for too long. I don't care, I no longer care, I just don't care. I’ve become accustomed to the overcast of these clouds way past over my head. I can feel the rhythm of our hearts beating unsteady wavering in the cold. Unexpected gentle breeze blowing from the unknown. Tumbling and fidgeting with a look so damn picturesque I find myself fragile.

Why don’t you smile? It hurts to look you in the eyes unless you’re just playing games and teasing to get the young one’s twisting and turning.

No, you don’t realize how happy you are until you begin to take into consideration how lucky you've become

Feeling like million bucks you can’t hold onto this unconditional want

I’m hoping that real love is not forgotten. Can we please sit back and stop this knocking? All we need to know is… all I need to know… Maybe sometimes we got it wrong.

The more things seems to change the more you seem to hesitate. Go ahead and find yourself somewhere, come now let your hair down and sun blaze.