Its past midnight On a warm July, As I await Sleep to usher by.
I hate it when I stay awake But then again, Its my mistake.
I'm thinking of you A thought that lures It cant be true Do I still love you?
I toss and turn Its truth or dare. A desire still burns Veracity blares.
Holding back sobs Unable to cope, I fervently ***** My desires, my hopes.
Your boyish charms, That mystic smile, Your nature - calm. What a warm delight!
What were thou? A chip from my dream? Where are you now? May I try redeem?
A passing cloud? An infatuation found? A love that bound? Another bond on the shroud?
Life knocks me back As the dawn unwraps. I rest, for I should hack, As tomorrow awaits - with a new set of traps!
Written on 10th July, 2010. Given the chance, would we make the same choices? The same mistakes? Why is it that the hideous wrongs seem more charming than the rights?