The Sound Of Her Voice...
Touches Me... Tortures Me.
The Scent Of Her Perfume... Entices Me... Suffocates Me.
The Rythmn From The Strings Of Her Guitar... Moves Me... Hypnotizes Me.
The Mention Of Her Name... Excites Me... Breaks Me.
The One I Could Never Have.
Always Having Visions Of Her And I... But Like Smoke, It Escapes Too Soon. Before I Could Even Hold It.
Forcing A Smile, Whenever She Tells Me About Her...but Inside, Like A Lifeless Flower, I Wither. The Words, Too Heavy To Leave My Lips... Always Hoping She Sees It In My Eyes. ... But Her Love For The Other Has Blindfolded Her. She Is Blind Now.
My Arm, Always Stretched out, For A Dream I Can Never Live.
Just A Wish In The Sea.
My Dream,
My Torture,
My Nightmare.
...She ,Who Can Never Be Mine.
©The Unspoken