I don’t know
Why I long to own you
Miss you in the evening times
Sitting beside my books
With the neighbor of some blank pages
Waiting for some dark impressionsI would make on them
Sealing their fate, like you have made mine.
The dark impressions, on the sheetsLike ghosts of some unknown fear
— a fear I have reserved from you
The way I feel threatened
By the thought of losing you.
I know love is not my feeling
It is something deeper in me!
Feb 22, 2011