Taking beauty from the action

Killing all attraction,the crave the touch the smell, the embrace the “I can’t wait to touch and see your face”

A time was such where the person place or thing was never ever to much, couldn’t get enough. Enough could never ever be to much~

Routine can kill all the beauty that once lived there causing discord strife it seems unfair, the mind its soul to tear~

If only to return to a time you were purely you

your attention was all mine

The time that nothing mattered

A time that was timeless wonderment of you, of me of all we could do,we could be~

It seems not long ago you were you

Not tainted and you didn’t know

Of things this world could do

But time and this mundane world and its routine can take the precious moments and turn it black and blue~colorless to white not sure if the precious thing is even worth the fight~

The colors fades…your interest shattered and the beauty of what once mattered lost in the heart and soul and routine is what made it cold, old…or was it simply you?

Did you forget the times of living in your head, forgetting times alone, the longing of a kindred, a lover, sheets a mess rolling thunder undercover…all across the bed.. Alone you once said “I seek another.”

But time has changed the beauty you found that took what seemed a lifetime. Turning the beauty & love and turned around in your warped and shattered mind.

Mundane,never the same oh the torture oh the mean of living in the sad routine~

Can you capture back the magic that made you want so much of the other person their smell, their taste, embrace the longing of their touch~