Wanderer of Wonders

If you could sing some lullabyes for me during night and day, and then catch me when I need your arms the most; then perhaps I could visit your dreams till like eternity. Just so i can smell your presence, and please say you'd let me to.

Wednesday, June 14, 2006

Hating from a Distance

I hate you.
I don’t know if I should,
But I feel like hating you.

I don’t really hate you as yo,u per se.
I cannot hate you that much,
With all those softly spoken words
Dancing with me during solitary days and nights.
With all those hours of togetherness
Hiding me in your arms from a thunder lightning.
I cannot really hate you,
Perhaps, I can only long for your attention.

I am probably mad.
But more to myself,
For letting you stab my heart.
I have seen your weapon ahead in the distance,
But hell, I allowed you to come near my chest.
I shouldn’t have believed in fairy tales.
You killed me. This madness kills me.
I’m just so weak today.

Maybe I can dance again tomorrow. Maybe I can write a song for another the next morning I wake up. Maybe I can be better, things will be better tomorrow. I just hope that I’ll still be able to wake up again after forcing myself to sleep tonight.

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