9 May 2012
There always comes that time,
When you realise you're helpless.
And you wish your tenderness could soothe:
A touch, a caress.
You deny the probability to yourself,
Focus on fake ideals,
Because the truth is too hard,
Your mind puts up its shields.
But I look at you now,
Helpless as I am too,
And I cannot help but think,
At least I loved you.
Facing The Truth. • Opuss № I