Sunday, January 2, 2011

This night.

This night, I'm spending it somewhat different from what I imagined a while back,
Different from what I planned, somewhere along the last hour, I hit a wrong button,
Maybe hit a wrong vein, opened an old wound.
This darkness pouring the pain into my existence,
Each seconds it stings like a knife,
Stabbed in and out, 
This night is trying so hard, to make me tough.
Making me loose my mind, playing with my mind.
Convicting me off the hearts I've broken,
Falsly trying to make me cry to all the nights I spent,
Nights I spents, just like this.
I sat at the corner of the room, rocking back and forth.
Staring at the door, fearing the movement of a muscle.
Ears cringing towards a fake knock.
Eyes bloodshot, wearing a fake halo,
Wearing ragged clothes that disturb your eyes.
Nights like these that have made your presence golden,
The suffering, the things I have to go through,
Its hard to imagine, its hard to express.
This night has me venting in a different way,
No more sitting on the corner of the room,
This night had me walking barefoot, all the way to your place.
Its 2 a.m and I'm at your door,
When you see me and pull me into a hug,
My fears melt and my worries melt away.
You put my thoughts to words, just looking into my eyes.
You shed tears, knowing what I've been through,
All it takes for you is to look into my eyes,
Read me like a book, cuz thats what you do..
You'd make each pebble i stepped on,
Each shattered glass that scraped my skin worth it.
With your soft touch, you make everything right,
You heal my insides, caress each wound with your feather touch.
You make this night worth it.
You give me a shoulder,
Put me together,
You set me free,
Make me fall on my knee.
Fall in love with you again,
Every crazy night you have me going insane.

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