LondonPoet

What is it I am feeling? Love? Lust? Desire? How can I not know? But I do know I want you, You,you have made me suffer for so long, I have walked and walked trying to erase the thoughts of you, No,no I can not do that, You are precious to me, I die inside everytime I see you and yet not seeing kills me even more, I long for you and for your kiss, Just take my heart and do whatever you want, Cause if I don´t feel I won´t cry

I am someone who people think they don´t understand, I am someone who likes to be free, I am someone who is misinterpreted by many, I am.... .....me

Why do I sometimes sit and just think? Why do the memories of the past taunt me as I sit and think? Why,oh why am I so afraid of what is to come when I can not even live today without fear? Why,oh why do I feel the way I do when I know that what I feel is condemned? Can I not just for one day be someone else so that I may change myself just a little? Can I not just for one day not care about my knowledge my life and my soul? I live here, In this place and I know that I am not real, But still....living is killing me, It is erasing my unreal existence.