I\'d rather die of passion than complete boredom.
Sleepless Nights Sleepless nights Tears on my pillow Losing the fight Heart dying slow Memories fade Love still remains Feelings betrayed Lingering pain
Strangers In a room full of strangers, we walk passed each other as if were strangers too. As if I never met u, held u, kissed u, loved u. As if we were never at our moments of intense intimacy one soul. U refuse to acknowledge my presence as I walk passed you and my very familiar sent lingers, the very sent you use to inhale when u held me close. U refuse to make eye contact to these same eyes u would stare into for hours while tangled into each other running your fingers thru my hair. U refuse to feel any emotion in fear of being noticed, in fear of maybe just maybe the possibility I see it in your eyes from across the room. U get lost in the crowd full of strangers just to remind me we are now nothing but strangers in the same room.
Laurence DeLuca
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