But I am a thief.
I can't have what I want.
Some wishes can't all be grant.
I guess I have to do something.
I need to make some thinking.
But this is not my day.
My world is so gray.
Hoping it is darker.
It feels good, better.
I pray for silence.
Some dense.
But quietness is deafening.
Suffocating.
I am choking.
Need some air.
Gasping.
I have to be bare.
Just to be free,
With glee,
In truth and reality.
...Breathe...
..Yah..
...Feel it...
Lie down on the cold cement.
Hear that beautiful silent.
I can't control my eyes.
I see all the lies.
...Blink...
...Breathe...
...Blink....
Please stop it.
Make me sleep.
I want to crawl on the deep.
Come with me.
Touch me.
Cover me.
I don't want to be alone.
But I don't want to be with anyone.
It's just you
that I hope, wish and pray for
to share this so called life.
Then
maybe
I will appreciate this gift.
then I'll be no longer a thief.
and
maybe,
just maybe
I'll know what happiness and peace means
...
Is that what they called "love"?
I don't know.
I just want to feel it.
Then
maybe
I will live a life with love.
but
now
I am still
Hoping
Wishing
Praying
for
you
to
be
A
Gift
Exclusively
For
Me
...


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