| Posted On: | 2007-12-10 15:04:28 |
Staring at the box,
I didn't notice the ticks of the clock.
Each letter form a word
and those words, i can afford.
It looks like it is my vision of things
but these lines are not from my writing.
Those words could have been mine
but I didn't write those lines.
Who did, then?
I want to know who is that man.
Without a glimpse of his face,
he makes my heart race.
I feel the need to make him mine,
love him and make him shine.
Share every of our darkest secrets
in the biggest respect.
I finally stops staring at the box
and we started to live a romance that rocks.
The stranger is now my lover
'cause we were meant for each other.
I am him and he is me.
We complete each other truly.
The box was kind of useful.
It got over our numb skulls.
The two of us are warm
by the light rays of our charms.
We now share our own existence,
living a love that is very intense.
The box help me to find you.
To the box, i must say : "Thank you".
