29 de marzo de 2007

It is time to feel the angst... Anger...

Anger, feel how I burn inside. How I wish to scream that I love and hate. Maybe I’ll never get it, as I’ll never get your balmy affection or your sweet forgiveness because it seems that I’m an idiot. And maybe this same foolishness makes me perceive the pain it causes when the things you do to me, or those you don’t, happen to reach my heart. Or maybe it’s me who causes the pain you haven’t done to me yet. and it’s me who watches the time passing by while trying to forget and forgive all such indiscretions I haven’t said yet and all the kisses I haven’t given you yet. Reminds me of the nights spent in your arms.

How I am not supposed to feel as a jerk? If I only speak foolishnesses, nonsense, stupid words which reveal from my mind trying to find a reason for: how do this feeling work? But, what am I meant to explain? How can I make you explore this, sweet heart?

Does this sound absurd? Am I odd? Maybe it’s true but the matter is that it is your eyes, your presence, your tempting lips and the way your voice stunts me that turns me mad. Because I just need a Word of yours to realize I’m crazy about you. I do need god’s forgiveness, my forgetfulness or death. I have no way back. This is my dead-end. Sorry. I’m dying. Let me disappear once and I’ll be able to cry for you and to reach my final peace.

1 comentario:

*Molks* dijo...

I think you need to sit down, and get your mind straight...

look around, theres no need to feel like that...


you just need to sort our your priorities and everything will be ok.
Take care
Molks xxx