Poetry and sadness.

Each time i think of you,

Each time i dream of being with you,

I am hurt,

Not because you ignore me,

But because of the favor you do to me by talking to me.

I can only dream about you being close to me, I realize,

But it's my stupid heart that always denies.

Your presence makes me feel, safe.

And the reality is, from you i can easily be pleaded by a wave.

Your laughter is like music, the music I love to hear,

But losing you is my biggest fear.

Each time you look at me and smile,

The world around me stops for a while.

For others you might need a correction,

But for me, you're nothing less than perfection.

I can remember the days,

We talked to each other the whole day in all ways possible.

The love we had,

(for each other)

We were simply mad.

I don't know what happened,

But now when i close my eyes and find you near,

drops rolls down my cheeks in the form of a tear.

It maybe because now I have loved you a lot,

That the thought of losing you turns the greenery of my life into a drought.

Sometimes your replies to my apologies hurt me,

I tend to think 'I deserve this, let it be.'.

Most of the times I wonder,

Without you my life would be a blunder.

I wish you will soon understand this feeling,

At least before the moment my heart stops beating.