This Midnight Heart of Mine

He always seem to escape my heart.

My bleeding yet dreamy heart.

Many times I sit, I wish to see his thoughts.

I wish to know what makes him sigh, what makes him frown, what makes him chuckle inside.

Goofy as we both are, I still bite my lips to wanting to know who he is as a person. I want to know what his kiss feels like, his hugs, his touch, his love.

I want to feel his pain, his pleasure, his dreams, his reality.

I want to see him smile

I want to be in his embrace... so much that it makes me cry.

I want to cry for him, with him, along with him. I want to feel the pain he can give me, And the love he want to open up to. I don't want to give up on his love.

 Let me love him. Let me love my Monster.

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