STILL STRONG TO FALL FOR YOU OVER & OVER AGAIN

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STILL STRONG TO FALL FOR YOU OVER & OVER AGAIN.


A surge of sadness from within.

can't stop tears from rushing in...

On a quiet night when I am alone...

I think of you until the break of dawn...

Then I start to feel this pain inside...

and no matter what I can't hide...

I always try, but I always fail...

Can't help myself, my heart is frail...


I'll reach for your hand in the cold of winter..!

I'll reach for your hand in the heat of summer..!

if you hide.. i'll seek for you

if you're lost.. i'll search for you

and when you leave wait for you.._

 

I know your life can go on without me

you can be happy without me

you can survive without me

But if you Turn Me Away.... I'll still choose to stay with you...

and be your sweetest Stranger forever..!!

 

I want to scream

I want to shout

I want to have faith and never doubt

I want to bend

I want to break

I want to sleep

and never wake

to break down walls and to escape to be alone and hide my face

I want to feel

I want to touch

All I want is You..!!

 

if there's one thing I would ask God before I leave the world right now__

there's nothing more I would wish for than to have a Glimpse of you and hear your Voice before the last beat of my heart...!!!

 

how and why all these..!!

cause they say_

{people never want to lose someone they love}

the best days got over.

the sweetest chapter was over.

the story was over.

I shut down the door of my heart forever

cause it's all over..!!

and helplessly with my lips__

while my heart, bleeding within me_I've denounced___

The Tragedy is that One can Still live with the force of Hatred__!!

.......and I still wonder how and why all these..!!!


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