one, two, three
the countdown starts til the arrival of the next victim
the next death of so much emotions
and probably the rise of something spectacular

your little eyes shine so bright
looking straight into my soul
and your smile makes me wonder
how could God make someone so beautiful?

I am in awe of your presence
suffocating but in a good way
I cannot contain whatever it is that I am feeling
and I don't want this to end, though it hasn't even started yet

She is cold
Ice cold and cruel
You cannot touch her
She does not want to be touched
You cannot feel her
There is nothing to be felt
You've grown weak and numb
You are unimportant
You are not loved

I kept mum about things for a while
Kept my emotions hidden under my bones
A lingering pain of a love untold

Burning polaroids of regret
Channeling the inner desires of thy soul
A haunting memory of you

Finally we've reached the end of the road
I thanked you
You said goodbye