What once was weak now beating strong,
I haven't felt like this in oh, so long,
Three reasons why the beat now quickens,
A stranger, a friend and a past that sickens.
The stranger came as a shock to my life,
The feeling pricks you like the point of a knife,
For one, they're new and unlike any other,
But a fear of loving still a spot of bother.
A friend so clueless of what could be,
That being together might set us both free,
So confused of mixed and screwed up thoughts,
This is what our friendship brought.
Now a past I've learnt to block from my mind,
Secretly surging deep inside,
Feeling so stupid for thinking this way,
But nothing could ever make it go away.
I've said and given all I can give,
These silent torments are what's helping me live,
It gives a meaning for my every breath,
My reasons for living, may put me to death.
