Now circled by the fact,
that your presence is within,
to touch and to sense,
was inevitably seen
And it is there,
It may have momentarily left,
Admitted that I lost a fight,
eyes blind and ears deaf.
I was wrong when I decided,
so wrong that it hurts.
that I lost my head, my grasps,
to the one I wanted most.
to the one who never changed,
in spite of my indecisions.
to the one who's always there,
in spite of the danger
in spite of shortcomings,
I see your eyes on me,
I see your lights gazed,
that you want to fix me,
you've guided and cared,
as if it's one sided.
intangible matters,
never really mattered,
Never realized your worth,
until you solidified it
after a long time off,
love felt as it is.
Now I am standing at your door,
Realizing the things I have missed.
will you accept a new start,
and call this as a promise?.
Jun 12, 2011
Jun 12, 2011 at 5:53 AM UTC
Now circled by the fact,
that your presence is within,
to touch and to sense,
was inevitably seen
And it is there,
It may have momentarily left,
Admitted that I lost a fight,
eyes blind and ears deaf.
I was wrong when I decided,
so wrong that it hurts.
that I lost my head, my grasps,
to the one I wanted most.
to the one who never changed,
in spite of my indecisions.
to the one who's always there,
in spite of the danger
in spite of shortcomings,
I see your eyes on me,
I see your lights gazed,
that you want to fix me,
you've guided and cared,
as if it's one sided.
intangible matters,
never really mattered,
Never realized your worth,
until you solidified it
after a long time off,
love felt as it is.
Now I am standing at your door,
Realizing the things I have missed.
will you accept a new start,
and call this as a promise?.
(c) jcjuatco infinity
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