Monday, July 16, 2007
Walk me through the alleys in the darkest night
Hold my hand,
and please do not let go.
I just need a bit of warmth
to confirm that I am living
not merely existing.
Tell me you love me,
even if you don't
sincerely
Lying to me will do some good
will pull me through the desperate times of extreme pain
will put a smile on my face even if its fake.
Hug me tight
like we are parting in the next second
like there is no tomorrow.
Deliver the warmth from you to me
for I have come to be cold-blooded
by all that has happened to me.
Oh come on,
don't tell me that I am self-centered.
You are too,
expecting much in return.
But I am not ready to give in,
for I know too
that you are just the same.
Seeking a little connection to the rest of the world
through another person.
Exploring the truth in relationships
after being hurt deeply.
Yes, I can see where the wounds had been,
they leave permanent scars that you may not notice.
But I do.
Yet, again
we will not give up
not till our last breath
for there is nothing else to live for
when all these are gone.
Man, you are freaking ugly!
Yes, I am, but so are you.
Its the beauty of ugliness we are looking at.
Isn't it?
Y11:11 pm
