Would it be that much of a taboo, if I shared a single night with you. It would be a damn shame.. to leave all this tension in vain. I haven’t seen a pic of you. I mean what’s there to lose? It’s been many years in the progress. And now that I think of it I can’t rest.

I want you more now that I can’t. I want you more all to myself. I guess what happens now, it’s in the past, but I want you more now that I can’t.

Would it be that much of a taboo, would there be that much to lose. I know now that’s there’s two; It means a lots on you. I’m not trying to take away. But I wish you were here today.

I want you more now that I can’t. I want you more all to myself. I guess what happens now, it’s in the past, but I want you more now that I can’t.

I wonder what blue feels like on a dark night. I guess it would feel like frostbite... left upon my lips from you. Dark rose stained lips lifted from mine under that night; the same time the moon danced with no stars. There was only one dreary star above, and that was you that I loved. It's a pretty color; blue and red. Would you be able to see it, hear it, or simply feel it? The passion blue had for red. This was that dark night that blue bled.

It hurts that I can’t have you now at all, but it’s worse I had you first and lost it all.

It’s painful to see you go, it’s worse to feel you go

I hate that I wake to the sound of your voice, yes your voice in my head, the voice in my dreams when I lay in my bed. The dreams so vivid, so real-surreal, it makes me livid and twisted. The hand that I touch does not exist; it goes through mine as I go through yours, all four fingers intertwined. I know you love me, but that’s not enough, I know you care, but that’s not enough. I want you here, but you say enough is enough. Love is… truly rough.