Saturday, December 16, 2006
To me, roses are nothing without thorns. Just like "yang" wouldn't be useful without "yin" in the yin-yang balance.Forbidden love; beautiful & enticing but tragic.
It's nothing more than the dream of a girl in search for love and security. So why did it end so soon? Should I have taken my chances and lay asleep for a lil longer?
I think about last night and I'm caught in the middle. Was it right to hold your hand, be close to you and let you introduce me to your friends, OR, was it all betrayal to the friend who's been hurt by you time and time again? Maybe she's still waiting for you, I do not know. But I do know that there was something special going on between you and her. And then I...
I wanna spill it all out to her, but I just can't.
To me, once the rose starts to wither, the thorns die along with it. Similar to how Juliet took her life when Romeo breathed his last breath next to her.
Forbidden love, some enjoy it while others get severely victimised by it.
Never shall my story reach the ears of others and cause a stir. I still love her too much to hurt her in any way. Maybe it was right for me to open up my eyes and come back to reality... the sooner it all ends, the better.
It ended with me pulling my cold palm away from your warm and soft one. You mentioned, "Sorry" and all I did was produce a weak smile. I still crave for your presence; the night was simply magical. It's gonna take more than a concussion to make me forget all of it; matters of the heart are THAT powerful.
I shan't tell her about it. I'd prefer to suffer alone than to see her cry along with me.
Shadow stepped, body touched, soul crashed at 1:24 pm.
