His Song
It is funny that I ask for what I cannot have. And I often
thought that this funny feeling always makes me sad. The lonely thought of him,
is a nightmare I don’t want to end.
I am just a girl, who longed to find my love. I think this
longing will last forever. I keep asking myself why. Why can’t I give up the
love I cannot have. I don’t even know why I am crazy for someone who does not
even notice me.
I could laugh at myself at times,
especially those times when the picture of him makes me smile. Those times when
my heart beats faster when he appears, those times when illusions are taking
over my reality.
I have always seen his angelic
face. The picture of his welcoming aura is always there. Whenever he sings,
emotions overflow. His passionate renditions frustrate every part of me. For I
know that the melodies are for someone else.
His good looks cannot be contested,
but the love I feel goes beyond that. In him I found a man; a man, I want for a
man.
Impossible as it may seem, I wish
he would look my way; to look me in the eyes and sing his songs like he means it. I
dream of his touch, his fingers caressing my cheeks when I am about to cry. I see
myself walking beside him, holding his hands when his voice is tired.
Maybe someday, my words will find
his heart. And maybe he’ll see that with me, is where he belongs.
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