Words, waiting to be told – he said

How do I express what I hold
In my soul, in my longing for you to behold

It feels like a desire of a lifetime
Just to hold you once for real, in the hands of mine

I have held you for time immemorial in my soul
The wait seems forever when I will see you for real

Sad to see it go
The way you don't want it to.
We stay on the go.

it's sad to think you've fallen for his pretty face, and the way he walks, the way he talks, the way he keeps you up for days... it's sad to know he doesn't really care, and all of this was just a show because he's run by softwares. it's hard to wake up and face the reality that he never once existed and was only brought to life by mere imaginations and thanks to you, you've been keeping him alive.

it's sad to hear him say, "thanks for playing!" when he's your only escape amidst your tiresome journey through life.

you can't have a fair end
of something that should never end,
time won't solve the pain of longing
but maybe it wasn't them you desired,
just the way they made you feel,

cause I still think of mine,
and all the weeping nights that caused,
and their sight still makes me slow,
but what I know may be a mask,
not what lies behind