A single touch burns me with the fire of pleasure.

Your fragrance is an exhilaration.

I was a lone traveller who found home in your ever-changing embodiment.

Our souls reverberate with the same wild rage.

We are savages.

You are a past I will never be ready to confront a second time.

You are the teenage fantasy that I craved but never realised.

You are a part of my soul I love and hate at the same time.

You are a force I cannot escape.

I loose control over my senses when you stand in front of me.

My only way to salvation is you leaving me by your will.

I can no longer withstand your power.

I do not know if I will be able to survive you one more time.

Please let me live.

Give me hope.

Out of the one hundred billion stars in the universe, I chose you.

I don't understand why you make me feel the way I do when I think of you. My heart is on the verge of explosion because of the might of the emotions it is holding. When I am not with you I am constantly thinking about you. And when I am with you, I do not want to leave. When I see you, all I want to do is run into your arms and bury my face in your chest. To listen to your heart beating to the rythm of love. I want to hug you tight and never leave your side. I want to chase my dreams with you. I want to sit by your side and look at the fireworks all night long.

Love is a strong word. It is something I do not understand. I do not know if it has come my way yet. They say that you'll know when love hits you. But how do I affirm its presence?

I do not want our touch to be christened. There is no past or future.

Only the present is what matters. I want us to be two kites flying together in the sky, wild and free.

I lie down on the grass

And look up at the clear, starry sky.

There are so many.

Its almost a crowd

But they make space for each one of them.

I imagine you next to me.

Head next to mine.

Both of us looking at the heavens.

Talking about distant memories that bring happiness.

I miss you.

I wish you would find me fast.

Sometimes I get really tired of waiting. But then I think that things happen only at their pre-destined hour.

I have loads to tell you when I meet you. A lifetime full of memories, thoughts and feelings. I want to tell you about the time when I stood at the edge of a cliff, unafraid. Then there was the time when I helped a tiny little insect get away from a mean spider!

When I meet you I want to do all the things that make me happy.

But this time with you.

Hope you will find me soon.

It feels nice to be heard sometimes.

To feel wanted.

Valued.

Loved and cherished.

To not have people laugh at your opinions.

It must be nice to have a constant friend to confide in.

To not be judged for who you are.

How heavnely it must be to feel free for once.

A wish that will go unfulfilled.

I am waiting.

Every day and every night.

I sit on the stone

Staring into the horizon.

Waiting for the sound of your voice.

Your sweetness I crave once more.

Your fragrance I desire.

Your love I need.

To survive.

To hope.

To believe.

To be alive once again.

Burnt black.

Walking in shame.

But what for?

Are these who point and laugh

My own?

For they do not stand in my aid.

I want to walk away.

To not care.

But what is this fear that grips me every time I try?

What lies ahead of this rebellion I know not.

Why I  lack the courage to  let go,I know not either.

I have never felt this free.

Lying down on the grass

Follwing the clouds gliding in the sky.

A yellow butterfly sits on my nose

At peace.

But only until

I pretend sneeze

To glee in its fright!

A dream. A daze.

The fabric that freedom is.