Relaxing on my bed
thinking of something insecure,
thinking about him
I wanted to tell him,
I love you

but,
the roads, I had to choose
one led to him, that was painful
other led to him, that was happiness
thinking to myself
should I choose love,
or regret

far from the distance of my imagination
I saw him smiling.
both ways leading to him
I had to choose,
pain would draw me closer
happiness would turn into pain soon.

I took the road of pain with no regrets
but everytime i drew closer to him
he would go away
I was thinking
why was he so distant?

I wanted to feel his warmth
full of desires and love,
but I did not know
what was I missing?

my heart was heavy
my mind, messy
I turned back
then I felt his hand on my shoulders
his heart screaming out loud,
"though I turn my back to you my dear, please never give up on me"
© wilvi