Incubus inspired me to write this.

Maybe I love her. I mean, I’m sure I have some feelings for her, but do I love her? I’m not sure if it is real love. Maybe it is just a shadow and a thought that I love, maybe it is just a flame of passion and lust, but it burns so deep. And I wonder if someday I kiss her skin and just feel her as a friend, not as the seed of lust.

She drifts away, and I am just holding to my foolish and childish dreams. Maybe it is these dreams that I love, maybe I love that little light of hope, of real love.

I want to scream that if I can’t sleep at night, it is because you are in my thoughts. Even if I love you so much, even if my heart burns for you, I will never touch you, I will never feel you kiss.

Maybe this are last words I’ll write for you. if they are, then I want you to know that I love you.

I have never asked for much, only getting company everyday in the same sweet girl. But now I begin to understand that this might never come. Maybe I’m indeed in love with a shadow and a thought. The shadow and the thought of true love.

Now I feel so much better. Letting my emotions overflow, and not bottled up all inside.

Rock on.

~ by eclecticderby on January 29, 2008.