Saturday, June 09, 2007

He’s like the wind

He's like the wind through my tree
He rides the night next to me
He leads me through moonlight
Only to burn me with the sun
He's taken my heart
But He doesn't know what He's done

Feel his breath on my face
His body close to me
Can't look in his eyes
He's out of my league
Just a fool to believe
I have anything He needs
He's like the wind

I look in the mirror and all I see
Is a young old man with only a dream
Am I just fooling myself
That He'll stop the pain
Living without him
I'd go insane

Feel his breath on my face
His body close to me
Can't look in his eyes
He's out of my league
Just a fool to believe
I have anything He needs
He's like the wind


4 Comments:

Blogger siddharth said...

love lost is best lost, for it is a greater loss of the one who did not love back than the one who loved unconditionally but was never paid any heed

11:16 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

'Ain't it better to lose in love than to never love at all'

6:37 AM  
Blogger footnotz said...

Hmm.. the meloncholy continues. What is it that brings forth this?

On a 'hair-splitting' note, what makes you think that anyone would have 'everything' the 'other' needs? It's in those 'incomplete' spaces that love fills.. Hope you'll find/discover that soon!

1:04 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

and the anonymous never stopped loving you, despite the treatment he got from you, he was persistent,

He wasn't ready then, and he never knew what you wanted, but he thinks more happier being what he his...a student of life

11:31 PM  

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