I was oblivious that my time was running out.
Depression engulfed my being.
I left no choice but to continue the journey.
Trekking this misery road alone was no longer new to me.
No one warned me what those lies ahead.
Just this one annoying voice inside my head.
It was a nightmare dodging it.
So I stopped and carefully listened.
"A man can go as far as the opposite ends of the world, but you have to believe that sooner or later he'll find his way back home., TO YOU! Just have some FAITH!" the voiced screamed louder than thunder.
How easy those words may seemed to say.
Believing it would be a different matter.
But being a loner was a bit of my game.
Stopping me now would be next to impossible.
And going back into the field might not be that difficult.
Been acting it out on my tough and cold charade.
My real self was locked-in inside a shell too long.
And suppressed the passion which was on the brink of explosions.
The pain was unbearable and I can't take it any longer.
The heat of my longing had reached the boiling end.
I'm burning with desire to scream out your name.
To touch your angelic face and locked your big hands into mine.
To wiped out your tears and put smiles back on your lips.
What to do now? When it was all too late for this.
My time had passed me asleep.
Left me pathetically lonely with this nagging question:
"What could have been if it is us?"
If I was just brave enough to let you in on my life.
Telling you words that no one knows.
Showing you the world no else's goes.
Does this matter now?
Because you were not here anymore.
And somehow I knew that no one can mend this unrequited LOVE.
But thyself to free and let it loud.