A spark of jealousy,
A spark of desire,
ready for the countdown for us to ignite,
Waiting for you to go and take flight
For you are out of reach; for what i want most,
For everything that was true; you became an unjustified ghost.
Lying in bed with anguish pulsing through my veins,
With anxiety pouring down like the winters rain,
The thought of you makes me weak,
to the point were i feel so hurt that i can not speak,
to the point of where i want to hurt you but then turn around and just hold on..
hold on to everything we had.
hold on to everything that filled my heart.
Filled my heart with warmth..
Engulfed in the burning flames..
The flame of us that couldn't be tamed..
fearing of the three words dripping off your lips..
The feel on my skin of your finger tips,
the three words that scorched me with passion.
yet we looked at each other with not yet a reaction
need i say those words for one last try?
the tears streaking down your face have run dry.
my baby i dont think its so hard for us to be inspired...
suspicion of maybe we are liars.
liars of something so beautiful that could only scar,
scar the memory and thoughts of us..
the tragic romance that gave us that rush,
the rush of bliss and just the touch of our lips,
maybe things were meant to be this hard,
you seem distant, you seem so far..
the way we matched, the way we clicked,
" i love you " the three words that made me so love sick..
the kind of illness that there is no cure..
my feelings for you remain so pure.
