So I think of the songs, the songs I want to write just for you.
But you are beyond my grasp.... Beyond my Grasp.
As I run my hands across the strings of this guitar, I think of your hair.
Everyday I hold myself for the warmth and tenderness.
It reminds me of how you used to hold me.
I now wear a mask. So you cannot see my true face and emotions.
This mask now burdens me.
For it has become a part of me.
I am a two-face.
I lure many into my circle of love and trust.
As I show my true face....
They all remember me not.
So they escape my web and leave me alone to wither in the dark oblivion of called Loneliness.
1 comment:
"As I run my hands across the strings of this guitar, I think of your hair."
I think this is really nice.
Oh Chi, finding love comes with hard times, and /in/ love you have hard times. This isn't a phase, just one of those hard times, you'll make it through, I promise.
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