Every single minute
i think of you..
fantasizing a love so free
but i was wrong to think
that you could be mine,
the pecuiliarity of you i cannot define.
eveything was just mere illusion
you can't love me that's the only conclusion
for nothing is real in love..
and affection,
the only real thing is pain and rejection..
but despite of that i still move on.. :)
because after every rejection there comes
a new inspiration:)
and if ever failure comes again,
i will never worry because
someone will eventually came
just for me :)
