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| Justys Baka m.m |
Why am i so afraid of closing my eyes? Maybe because they might not open But if your face is the last thing i see I wish, myself, they remain close for eternity. Why does your voice ring like a bell in my head? Melts all the anger away And leaves me wanting you more Selfish isn't it? My foolish heart You may have gone, but left your sweet sweet memories They haunt me the most Constant reminder of the love i gave you But still, after all this, why does my heart still want you? True love, i may ask, what is it? True love is love without any definition or reason Little little things just give the glimpse of this kind of love. Oh what i have for him, the longing to meet those eyes, The desire to hear his voice, The depression for those lips to touch mine, Oh the craving for his hands in mine. What should i do? Oh what should i do? He is no longer mine Yet i still sense him in every breath. In my heart, his worth is like the sky, Never ending... Like the stars , uncountable... But what about his heart? Which is always as silent as the deep blue ocean, Only letting me hear whispers. When will i look at him and sense what i need to sense LOVE |
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