She’s out there,Alone,Away.
So much “visible” misery,Demanding attention.Can’t ignore any more,Stop your crystal cars.
I sit here, wondering about the futureFor it bears the answers to the uncertaintiesWhether she’ll be able to understandWhat she should feel…
And then she told me“Not again, I’m sorry”I was hurt and lonely“I’ll be fine, don’t you worry”
Then there wereThese timesWhen we fought
It’s the subtlety of those momentsWe spend together that’s charmingIt’s those words, we never saidThat makes our story enticing.
Waiting for Just a glance,An addiction to her fragrance.It’s seductive and exclusive,Subtle, yet elegantly elusive.The charm of the words…
I called youNot once did you call backAm I too late?Is there anything I lack?I am fragileI’m weakNot apart even by…
There is one more thing to sayBefore I let you sway away. I told you stories, few But remember, they’re just for you.
