27 July 2010, 9:35 pm
I guess it's hard to express how I feel, this magic, this intensity, infatuation had become real, all I ever wanted was the feelings to return, but I'm confined in this prison, to be alone to burn, maybe this isn't how the story ends, or maybe I'm searching for reasons to mend, this feeling of desperation and hope that clings, onto me, still reminiscent of things, that evidently remind me of you, I looked through the glass, and the hue, had changed, and I asked myself, will I love you? The same way I've always adored you? Will you ever feel the same sparks? Or am I the child who's left alone in the dark? I guess my hurt heart will be fine, I guess I just have to let it take time, I wanted to meet other girls, but every time I do, they remind me of our worlds, we once shared, and I'll never know, if I'll ever let my feelings ever show, anymore, ever again, this is getting harder to pretend, I feel like it's becoming the end, but as I look into the mirror, and I look into my eyes, I know this time I can't fake a smile and lie, I'll let my heart taste the pain like burning alcohol, then maybe once I get used to it, so will my soul, I'll never ever want to just be friends, cause I try, to maintain this fake facade, but someday I'll fly, like a bird who fell out of it's nest, and someday I'll be honest with myself and do my best, I'll never soar high as I ever will, but when I meet my destined one, I know it'll instill, the same feelings I once had, and I'll wait for that day, looking through the glass, it feels like yesterday.... Read More »
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