My name on your tongue, once sweet now bitter.
The only embrace now...is in my dreams.
It's in my dreams that I feel your breathe,
your touch & your whisper once more.
Dreaming is as close as I get to being with you again.

My past lovers care no more,
but I still hold on thinking.
Will they ever come back
and say they love me to the core?

A wave of nostalgia begins to pour.
Leaving me weak.
I swirl into a wave of emotions and despair.
My past lovers care no more
but I still hold on thinking.
Will they ever come back
and say they love me to the core?

Maybe so, Maybe not.
But do you really care anymore?

...

I don't want to be strong anymore, I really don't.
Being repressive of my emotions because I'm always trying to be strong.
I want to be weak for once, know how it is to selflessly give yourself as though your life depends on it.
Allow infatuation to blur and blind my decisions,
Merely for the thrill of leaving weak this once.

Living but yet a stray, holding on to the firm grasp of what similarities my mind considers to be shelter. Slowly but painfully letting them fade away, to welcome and and make room for  these irrational feelings I am scared of, but yet love to seek for the thrill and rarity to it.

Summers heat ablaze,
the moment caught aright.
Merely a moment.

Small as a moment
But significant to a lifetime.
Memories and emotions set a blaze.

Breathing and living compassion,
lust stirs a stray
as presence is all you crave.

The spark could be heard faintly as the sounds of it were overwhelmed by the whooshing sounds of the fan that perched at the top of the room.
The cigarette just patiently anchored on to the ridge of my lips. Patiently and slowly inviting black over. I don't mind meeting Black, its bound to happen, its just the way "Destino" works. So with this thought contrasted right before me, I'm not shaken by it. I sit there in the dark having a go at tango with the two, Destino and Black.