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He is the guilt

Sunday, December 04, 2011

I am happy to be sad
Listening to you
Your fingers play the story of my life
A tune that kills me over and over again
And I'd gladly go to hell and back again
I crave you, desert craves the rain


Even from afar
You touch my sordid heart
I begun to wonder who you really are
How come we've never met before
I feel I know you like a long time lore
Sweet grace, make me your paramour


He is the guilt in me
The voice of reasoning
And I wish he could help me write a beautiful ending
To my story


- Taman Melawati
4/12/2011, 7.20 pm

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