Why do I hold on to you? Are standing still with each other is Disastrous.        

The day I met you I knew I wanted to *******. Seeing you standing there. Eyes locked on mine. I wanted to jump at you. To get taste of your lips. Your kiss is like eating icecream cone on Hot Summers Day. DELICIOUS.

You made me work to get you. I didn't mind. I knew in time I would get you.
Oh, when I got you. I wasn't disappointed. You were everything I knew you would be.
But...Unfortunately... isn't there always one.

You were different. Your differences in time wasn't comparable to what your talents are. There was more.
I would ask you. Plead with you to tell me what these differences are.
All in vain. My words, My tears, my anger and my fears.

In that. In it being shared. It is still open pages.