Self-Loathing Refugee

jayarrarr:

i want to know you
when i am
and we are
smiling light
and seventeen again.

i want to hear you
when i can
and we are
alone and memories
are silent.

i want to see you
when i will
and we are
silent sighs
from dying eyes.

i want to smell you
when i do
and we are
absent minds
drowned in vacant thoughts.

i want to taste you
when i do
and we are
vanilla and cinnamon
stirred about with summer. 

i want to feel you
when i do
and we are.