I think I'm gonna move this blog.

To a place,
Where only me and my heart will know.

You're Beautiful

My life is brilliant,
My love is pure.

I saw an angel.
Of that I'm sure.
She smiled at me on the subway.
She was with another man.
But I won't lose no sleep on that,
'Cause I've got a plan.

You're beautiful.
You're beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's true.
I saw your face in a crowded place,
And I don't know what to do,
'Cause I'll never be with you.

Yeah, she caught my eye,
As we walked on by.
She could see from my face that I was,
Fucking high,
And I don't think that I'll see her again,
But we shared a moment that will last till the end.

You're beautiful.
You're beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's true.
I saw your face in a crowded place,
And I don't know what to do,
'Cause I'll never be with you.

You're beautiful.
You're beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's true.

There must be an angel with a smile on her face,
When she thought up that I should be with you.

But it's time to face the truth,
I will never be with you.

I sense you,
Creeping into my thoughts again.

Until the day I delete this blog,
Do not assume anything.

I'm starting to get really worried.

It's been such a long time since your departure,
I'm afraid my memory is starting to fail me.

I still get reminded of you every now and then,
But it's just the thought of you.
I can't recall any memories to go along with it.

I wonder if this is a blessing in disguise.

Perhaps one day in the near future,
I'll wake up,
And realize that your name means nothing to me anymore.

How would you feel?

Relieved because I'm finally going through,
What you had experienced a long time ago?

But that's tomorrow's worry.
For now,
I'll really appreciate a hug from you.

Happy 13th of March,
To everyone who still cares.

I will always care.

No matter what you say or do to me,
Nothing can ever change the way I feel about you.

I am nothing but a spoilt pissy little boy at heart.

The kind of things I do and say to you,
Cannot be love at all.
Hardly.

I wish I was dead.
Long ago.

I used to call you up,
Just to tell you that I love you.

Nowadays our conversations,
Are laced with sarcasm,
And lined with barbed wire.

I know,
It's all my fault.

Sometimes I get overwhelmed by emotions.

Your tears;
They fall on my face,
Salty they taste -
Contact of this kind I can only dream about.