2.19 Have I ever told you
Have I ever told you that through my cheerful exterior I am crying deep within?
It is hard not spending my days with you and you with me anymore.
A positive re-journey has begun once more, yet it is not where it should be.
Time apart has allowed us to grow and develop, yet we are still miles apart.
With great hope I wish that my tears would cease and that you would return to me.
Have I ever told you that as lively as I seem, I am slowly dying inside?
Each night I lay in bed, there is a gaping emptiness beside me that cuts deep,
A void that ought to be filled with reassuring hugs and sublime contact,
Gentle whisperings of a goodnight are absent in this empty and lonely bed.
With great hope I long for the comfort in our lives to return to each other.
Have I ever told you that through my wall of confidence lies nothing of the kind?
Coming home to an empty house and not being able to share my day is hard,
No coffee or pleasant smile awaiting my return and that reassuring cuddle is gone.
Every day I softly mumble "Hey hun, I am home" to an absent room, hoping for you to reply.
With great hope I pray that you miss this too and want to return to what we had.
Have I ever told you that in our hectic lives we can easily be living in our own personal heaven?
Our hearts are full of love oh-so-pure for each other and compassion,
In our minds be respect and consideration, honesty and trust to no compare,
Both of our souls emitting warmth and longing for one another.
With great hope I would like you to become mine again and allow me to become yours. I love you.
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Jamie Scott Watkinson-Harvey
It is hard not spending my days with you and you with me anymore.
A positive re-journey has begun once more, yet it is not where it should be.
Time apart has allowed us to grow and develop, yet we are still miles apart.
With great hope I wish that my tears would cease and that you would return to me.
Have I ever told you that as lively as I seem, I am slowly dying inside?
Each night I lay in bed, there is a gaping emptiness beside me that cuts deep,
A void that ought to be filled with reassuring hugs and sublime contact,
Gentle whisperings of a goodnight are absent in this empty and lonely bed.
With great hope I long for the comfort in our lives to return to each other.
Have I ever told you that through my wall of confidence lies nothing of the kind?
Coming home to an empty house and not being able to share my day is hard,
No coffee or pleasant smile awaiting my return and that reassuring cuddle is gone.
Every day I softly mumble "Hey hun, I am home" to an absent room, hoping for you to reply.
With great hope I pray that you miss this too and want to return to what we had.
Have I ever told you that in our hectic lives we can easily be living in our own personal heaven?
Our hearts are full of love oh-so-pure for each other and compassion,
In our minds be respect and consideration, honesty and trust to no compare,
Both of our souls emitting warmth and longing for one another.
With great hope I would like you to become mine again and allow me to become yours. I love you.
***
Jamie Scott Watkinson-Harvey