suddenly i am so scared
that this is just a figment of my imagination.
indeed too good to be true.
im scared to lose you.
i ask for forgiveness that this needy heart of mine is clamoring to every breath you utter for me.
i just never thought that it would possible to find a glove so perfectly fitting a hand…and heart.
and found it amidst the storm…right in the heart of this dusty wind.
and though i know i will look back with wounded hands, for this perfect moment is bound to fade; i would stay every waking moment that i have, to encrypt this in my memory.
I have nightmares preparing for the lay to put on the tomb of our love. i am endlessly chasing for the sunrise and the sunset looking for reason and sanity. is it the boy’s sorrow that led her to this path…or is it the girl’s pretentious life that brought her to this road…tis solitude i was looking for..but then YOU.