It doesn’t make sense.

So, I haven’t really thought up a title for this. But this basically just describes how I’ve been feeling lately. I just wanted some opinions on it. Good/bad? Here goes..

Confessions become tiresome.

Poem.

My Passion—
My passion for obscurity
My passion for you
unnoticed
but alive
obscure…

.

All that I need to live is your love.
All that I want is your love.
You are the flame that fuels me every morning
But in my direction your eyes are never turning…

…I hate you now
My love for you has dropped so low,
And here I say farewell
But you, I know, can’t tell.

When things seem so far but yet near is how many people feel when some one dies or when people just go unnoticed. Hope you enjoy the poem.

Life has its ups and downs. Everyone has them, no matter who you are. It is how we deal with our own ups and downs that help us survive.

This is what my heart is like…a phantom in the night…