sometimes I find myself thinking of you and sometimes I wonder if you think of me too. I can't help but to miss what we had, the fact that I still love you makes me feel really sad. I often wonder what things would be like now if we were still together, if so, then how? I have forbidden myself to look upon you and to love you is something that I must not to do. Loving you is the potent of poisons to my soul, the risk of loving you would be a heart full of holes. your kisses burn upon my cheeks but smell so sweet holding a hand of sorrows, through my fingers they do leak as i weep. sometimes I wish that I could love you for one more night but one more night would be the beginning of another mental fight. so loving you could never again be an option, cause that's just a mixture for the devil's concoction.