Is It Real This Time?

The wind swifts his hair back and forth, the way he walks makes him seem like such an innocent child, yet sins as much as the devil would. The pleasant voice that's recorded in my head, for which I cannot get out, seems to engrave itself little by little. I fear. I fear that i would get deeply lost in those engaging eyes, Drown in the heart warming kiss that he seems to give unconditionally, at the most unexpected moments, fear that I would suffocate in his spoken words that have no tune, that are left unspoken. Your goodbyes are only until next time but feel like an eternity. I saw you curse, not to anyone but to the wind, breaking yourself down. I promised myself that I was never to be in love. Why? To me love did not exist, it did not exist nor did it last. Love leaves without a warning and when it leaves it never comes back. I know its tough for you to handle me at times but its due to the fact that its hard for me to show my love because when growing up i never felt it, In my eyes forever had a time limit. I was brought up from this thought many times, yet I always fell back to my ways. Now i believe that you have awoke me from the nightmare I was living in. You have fixed my broken smile although its not completely repaired. Maybe we're meant to stand out in the pouring rain. Maybe so, but maybe we're meant to stand out in the
Pouring rain together. Maybe it's real love this time.