Thursday, March 3, 2011

My stranger

I left that night with nothing but a name.
Hours spent together, maybe it was just a game.
So vague, so blurred, I can barely even remember.
Just the same, I wanted his kiss to last forever.

Now, not a day goes by without him on my mind,
I long for his hands to hold my face, but I'm fantasizing blind
In my head, in my heart, can't seem to forget his gaze;
My knees still tremble and I know it is not just a phase.

Perhaps that night will meet the day someday,
You'll smell my perfume again and I shall meet you halfway.
On a high, on cloud nine, a feeling so true.
But alas, we are fading; and I wonder why we do.