My World

Kristina, my Pangea, my Magrathea.
Making me whole, letting me know.

Turbulent rides await ahead.

Even though I’d rather be with you instead.
You give me power to go without dread.

Rivers in your music, won’t let me lose sanity.

Carrying my mind in the stream.
Into one beautiful dream.
Your melodies are my remedies.
I know my extremities are your enemies.

Contact most unwanted, I’ll stop making you feel haunted.

Talk with no touch, love with no feel.

Never again will I put you through.
All the things that aren’t you.

Laughter is what I’ll bring, hoping for a cry.
That makes you joyous deep inside.

No more sad talks of what we could be.
Rather enjoy our time happily.

Just because I don’t receive a kiss.
Doesn’t mean you can’t make me feel bliss.