Friday, September 08, 2006
at one arm's length away, i cry.
all i can do now is hope i'm wrong, and pray that you're true.
many times have i awoken with a start, and realise that it's only 3 am, a few dreadful hours to seeing you.
it shouldnt be jealousy this time, because ive forgotten how it feels like to be jealous.
i suppose it should be yearning now, or perhaps passion.
you make me wonder, what if?
what if you arent true,
what if you dont love me the same,
what if you don feel me anymore?
im sorry, will you forgive me?
physical contact is dangerous.
It's a beautiful disguise.