Saturday, February 26, 2011

Lips of an angel

                                         It's really good to hear your voice saying my name
                                                               It sounds so sweet
                                              Coming from the lips of an angel
                                                        Hearing those words it makes me weak

                                       And I never wanna say goodbye
                                                       But girl you make it hard to be faithful
                                             With the lips of an angel.


That is how i felt when you took my name the other night and hugged me tight in the parking lot. I was drunk and all I wanted to say was "Sorry" for hurting you so bad. Had I known that I had already lost you I wouldn't have come back. Thanks to the beer. You accepted me back in your life only because you did not want to break my heart. Isn't that what you are doing now? Shattering my heart into pieces.

I loved it when you kissed me in the parking lot. I loved it when you hugged me tight while I was sleeping. I loved it when when you walked me home every night. I loved it when you made sure that my tummy was full and I had half of your share of milk. I had fallen head over heels for you and you very well knew that.


Then why did you have to hurt me so bad? Why do you make me cry everyday? Do you have any idea how much I miss you. How much I miss those days when you were so much in love with me. 


Didn't you realize that having broken my heart once, I was scared to plunge and open my heart? Instead of turning your back only if you could have made me comfortable.


Is it a fling we have? As far as I can see, our fling is teethering somewhere between "fling" and "dating". Are you with me only because you aren't seeing anyone currently or you genuinely feel something for me. I'll never be sure.


I preferred it my way, with my shield up and my walls cemented around me. But you make it so hard to follow my mantra of “don’t get too attached, with your easy bad boy grin.
I guess it was never your fault. It has always been about me. I left, then came back.

Oh, please don’t feel bad if I run far away from you and go to a place where I’m still numb and unable to feel. Life's not good to a girl without armour.


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