Friday, June 18, 2010
Penned down emotions @ 1:20 AM

At the touch of love

At the touch of love,
Everyone becomes a poet
When I look up above
I think of my favourite

How I longed for His embrace
Yet seldom get to even see his face
How I longed to say something to him
yet I'm afraid something might happen

My heart cries everday
Longing for it to go its way
But my mind holds halt to my emotions
And eventually, my intentions

Beginning to turn into stone
As I began to feel all alone
Even if I were to be killed the next moment
Or be swept away by the strong current

I wouldn't confess
I wouldn't say it out
I wouldn't know how to express
it out in words, afraid of the future fallout

Feeling much like a coward
That wouldn't care about my dignity
As much as it sounds absurd
I'd do anything for him

If he likes someone else
I would give them my blessings
All I wish is for him to be happy
Nothing else matters to me.

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