Rubal

In my dreams It was me in your arms My lips on yours There was only us And the clouds And the stars It was the world and us It was us against the world But in your arms I could take it Anything the world dished out And with your kisses I was strong again In my dreams it was me in your arms My lips on yours But in reality It's always been her

I never realised how strong I was, how unbreakable I could possibly be. How love can completely isolate a person, and how on earth it unleashed it chains on me. I learnt how Love can be so complicatedly dangerous, just like every other broken heart. Hidden under a perfectly detailed mask, it strikes the bullseye, like a perfectly balanced racing dart. Just like a cherry dipped in sugar, Love appears to be so innocently sweet. Just like drizzling melted chocolate, it’s so tempting and mischievously discreet. Sometimes Love feels a little naughty, and craves a ravishingly juicy bite. It dips its victims in saccharine, elicits endor

If I kissed her this one first time Before the moment, it passes along To hold her close, and breathe her in Tell me, Would that kiss be oh so wrong? If I kissed her, Yes - just in passing By accident or perhaps as a friend? Would that sparkle mean more then words Or lead to this friendships end If I kissed her, and she refused Would I need to depart in lesser shame? A friendship now ruined by these feelings This stupid heart of mine to blame If I kissed her, Or should I pause Another day perhaps a better time? But then again, I'd repeat these words Each moment near her - another ryhme Too late, I've missed the moment She tur

Someone said, love is a lie I know what it means, I can feel it It must be that 'someone' got hurt because of love.. Someone said, love is a gift Ah yes, I can feel it too It means, love has made 'someone' feels so happy at the time.. Hm.. I wonder, what exactly a 'love' is? For me, Love is a gift, but it holds lie on the other hand Love means happy, but pain never hide Love is real, but also an illusion Love not only can makes me laugh and cry, but love also compiles my halcyon and afraid at the same time.. Love can makes me happy when it smiles, says hello, and hugs me tightly.. But love makes me bite my lips hardly a