Whenever I think of you,
My lungs lapses to respire.
Whenever I think of you,
My heart forgets to pound.

They say "at least we are under the same sky and we gaze at the same shooting stars and crescent moon"

But what if... That was not enough.
What if, my soul was not fulfilled with romanticized sadness.
What if, I'm drained and shriveled from this sadistic sadness.
What if, the texture of your hair and the shining pearls in your eyes were enthralling for me.
And what if, you were all that to my soul,
and I,
only seeked to be...
complete.

Only seeked to touch you,
tumble between your arms;
to fall in your heart.

These words, were carved on the curves of my lips...
And left me to fumble whenever I surrounded you.

Whenever I think of you,
It is a never ending sadness.
Because I crave to worship you... You do not crave the same.

In fact,

You do not crave me at all.