Would you ride with me now?.
I haven’t felt the grip of your soft hand for a while now. All I see are the black spots of your punches. Don’t worry. They weren’t so hard but as they are yours, they blow right into me. Words are always tough and hard. They are harsh and I let them bother me.
And if I threw you a rose, you would get it. But you wouldn’t acknowledge. Won’t even smile. And that’s twice as harsher.
I can’t tell what you feel.
Do you hate me?
Do you love me? Do you even love at all?
What’s love?… At least to you.
Love seems to mean nothing nowaday to me. I don’t feel it exist. Convenience is the name of the game.
I don’t know if I can believe. All the moments i felt love are just an illusion. They never lasted.
I’ve never been able to keep a relation real more than an hour, more than a day. Love never lasted more than 15 minutes.
Published
on Wednesday, April 28th, 2004 at 6:59 pm
