The Irony of Love
I am Sleepless
I am breathless
You are right here before me
But you are faceless
Who,or what are you?
Are you the love I was looking for?
Or the pain, that was searching for me?
Should I run and Hide,
Or embrace you,
And fall in the crevice, like many have?
Will you give me life, or take it?
Give me love, or fake it?
Why are you with me?
When you could be anywhere on this earth.
Did I volunteer?
Or you chose me for this mirth.
What are you? Pain? Love?
Did Satan send you?
Or are you from Heavens abode?
Do you bring roses with you?
Or is that the wreath?
That you will put over me
As I take my last breath?
#ReganSinghOriginal Aug 2007
I am Sleepless
I am breathless
You are right here before me
But you are faceless
Who,or what are you?
Are you the love I was looking for?
Or the pain, that was searching for me?
Should I run and Hide,
Or embrace you,
And fall in the crevice, like many have?
Will you give me life, or take it?
Give me love, or fake it?
Why are you with me?
When you could be anywhere on this earth.
Did I volunteer?
Or you chose me for this mirth.
What are you? Pain? Love?
Did Satan send you?
Or are you from Heavens abode?
Do you bring roses with you?
Or is that the wreath?
That you will put over me
As I take my last breath?
#ReganSinghOriginal Aug 2007
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