Sometimes I feel life is blaséAn alluring mirage that I chase.Sounds of fun and laughter areLike gunshotsPiercing through my heart.
Sometimes I feel I lost you long agoYou were near and yet so far;Knowing that I needed youBut imagining that I’d live without you.“Let me, then, throw another dart.”
The last time, our last time, when we talked,I found you far, very far.I wanted this, I wanted that,I wanted nothing;And you had nothing to give me, on your part.
I could hear many voices,I could see many sneering faces,And you sitting with them,Laughing and chatting,Your cunning perfected to an art.
If only, I could sit with youAnd talk to youAnd look into your eyesAnd find me there.As the only one in your heart.
If only, I could die.And mingle with the breezeAnd touch you anywhere, anytime;And caress you within and withoutWithout seeing you apart.
They’d destroy the world,Leaving just the two of us alive.If only, God Himself would commandYou and ITo be a new world’s start.
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