Two hours have gone by
Three minutes have shedtheir last sixty seconds and
you continue to ignore the blinking light
that shows you
I need you
I want you
I love you
There was little said as
I departed to venture to a place
I knew was to be unhappy.
You stood there and carried an unmoved face
And I wished that underneath that untouch facade,
You ached for me to leap to your arms
Kiss you softly and hold your hand
that so perfectly fit with mine.
But both you and I know that this such things never were thought
that such things never appeared in you mind
That I am a lonely wisher
Who wishes on what should be hers.
Jul 15, 2011
Jul 15, 2011 at 7:52 PM UTC