Tuesday, August 16, 2011

What I cannot have

What I cannot have

Too young, too old,

What will it really be?

My desire is yearning you,

But never you to me.

I wish upon heaven,

That you would be drawn near.

My wanting can never be enough,

Your choices so clear.

Fun and happy love,

It’s to crave a poison dart.

Fulfilling only a fantasy desire,

Take my beating heart.

Oh girl, oh life,

Let me fill up from your well.

And live as if, I’d yet died,

I’m going straight to hell.

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