kiss me or kill me, its your choice not mine
was i supposed to believe?
or is this another game made intentionally to mislead?
it didnt matter then, why could it matter now..
hiatus once again fills my heart, voids are supposed to be black
and my eyes are now white
feeling empty never felt so real,
not until you made me feel, a battle not a war i always lose
feeling for another was never ours to choose, we love they hate,
ending up hurt and feeling lost
words will never be enough to compromise,
sometimes wishes just dont cut it,
and hoping just seem pointless and a waste of time
if to love is a crime, lock me in and throw away the keys
for i have never felt so guilty
keep away, i cant absorb you no longer
this feeling grows ever so stronger,
wish me luck for i am to embark . . . .. . . . . . .

i wish i was...................................................................

For a time, I gave in to a feeling, which is far from reality and it bit me. It took me many nights, and countless people to tell me I have been playing with fire, and soon, as the flame burned down, I was left with ashes of the past that disturbed me until now.

I don’t blame him. It’s never his fault that I gave in to the temptations of hell. It was never his intention to hurt me, I know, and I didn’t plan to fall either, nor did I arrange for us to end this way.

No one wants to be wounded. Everybody wishes to be happy. I just didn’t play my cards right, I guess, and so here I am, full of remorse over a bliss I know I would have to forget in time.

Yeah, yeah.

Whatever.

Where are you?

I have come to think that perhaps maybe, you are lost in the sea, or trapped in the hustle of the city lights, where as you come to me, you do not think of how long.


But i do.

I have waited for you long enough to send you this letter of false hopes. I do not know when we will eventually see each other finally, but i am not losing grip. Instead, i wish for you everyday. Before i sleep, when the moonlight is brightly shining through my window, i think of you, and of how good it would be to be enclosed in your arms as we spend the night, holding each other close, sharing a passion for with people in love could only feel. And when i wake up, coffee would be served in my bed, and you, in you will be smiling down at me and wake me up with butterfly kisses.

But im afraid of your getting lost.

You might have found another on your way here. Or a gipsy as i am now would have been hitching a ride with you. You might have thought she is me, and fell in love with her.

I had the same mistake. You see, i have this strong will and i thought: If you cannot find me, then i will do the finding. So, I mistook you for another. And it was not just painful, but time consuming. I cried and i cried, and i thought i would die, but as i realized it was not you i was crying after, i smiled.

I was glad. Because i knew, if that was you, you wouldn't do anything to hurt me.

Everyday, baby, i pray for you. That your journey will deliver you to me. And however long it might take you to come knock at my door, i will not be in vain waiting. I know you will come. If not yesterday, or today, maybe tomorrow. Perhaps as i open my mail come dawn, your love letters will be there telling you how much you have missed, and that you cannot wait but come to me, and I will be yours, as you will be only mine..

Have you not felt me? Have you no need of my hand to hold, or my kiss to look forward to? Have you not seen me in your dreams? Do i sound as odd as when you hear my name spoken of? Do you not love? For if you do, i believe it will only be me you will be loving.

You have not found me yet, but you will, and i am here, waiting. Counting seconds, minutes, hours and days and years even...

I can only weep for sadness because i do not know when, or how long i would be in linger for you, but i can never imagine being without you. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you, and make love to you after every day.

I need your touch, your voice, the look in your eyes when you'll say you love me. I need us. For it will only be you i will be having all these needs for. You will get to hold me as long as you want, and i will never let go. My body and my soul and heart is attached to yours and we will be one. Your fingers will fit into mine perfectly that even if we wish to separate it, it will always look as though our hands belong to each other. Just like our hearts.

But, how long, baby, will i wait for you, still?


When will you come into sight, and how come you have not called?

Or---

Do you?

Will you?

Are you?

Still coming?!

Nah...

I'm sorry if a grow impatient sometimes. Of course you will, come. I have never doubted it for a minute. It's just that there are times when i think of you and wonder if you think of me too. That whenever i see my tired fingers, i wished that you would not be long..

That you exist.

I will never stop believing for that one day, though...

However enduring it is for me to wait for you, and you to find me.

You will.

Just follow your heart and you will.

In time.

Maybe tomorrow, baby, you will knock at my door and bring me flowers...

Till then.

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baby, i can't afford to give myself to you again........ and im sorry.

this one's definitely a keeper..................