Every time my phone rings i hold my breath and make a silent wish that its you calling.And when i find its not,i want to throw it against the wall.But when it is you,i cant seem to let the air out and hearing your voice when i answer gives me goosebumps and my heart beats faster and in my mind i think its going to be fine,you have come back to your senses but by the time i hang up,am distraught,uneasy,restless and my mind gets carried away with images of a past that was and a future that will never be...(just remembered,never say never?)
Hearing you say you miss me makes me smile and i think that maybe,just maybe,we will have a fairytale ending.But i cant bring myself to say that i miss you too.its like that song you sang to me...some broken hearts never mend...But being the hopeless romantic and the ever doting one,i hum along to the song of my life...but i know,if you keep coming back for more,then i'll keep on trying to get home to you...Home is where the heart is right?
Isn't it ironic how it always comes down to me and you?You never stray too far from me and I from you like magnets that can't resist the pull yet none of us can find a way to make it stick like glue...Isn't it sad?A lost soul is like a blind man,waiting for that hand that will guide him home.
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