Treasure Island

Tiku akp


Here I'm Alone


I don’t know why I like to talk with you
In your language
Why I can’t withdraw my fingers from the keys
Till I finished the page

Why do I always fall prey to your childlike charm
And believe your words
When I see you staring at me from inside the glass
My thoughts collapse as a tower of cards

The scratch you left on the surface of my heart
Has grown wide to touch the mind
Your lies and betrayal still haunt me like ghosts
Though much I try to leave them behind

Your questions have no answers with me
And you ask them so often
I tried and failed to come out from web of love
That around me you have spun

Know I well I won’t ever get you, and your love
Is not in my fate
You better find love with someone who stays near you
Before it would be too late

Submitted: Wednesday, September 14, 2011
Edited: Wednesday, September 14, 2011

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