There was so much I wanted to say that night,
But so little that I actually could,
So much to vent,
But so little that I actually should.
And these splashes of poetry which come today,
Are born out of the emotions which have gone out of place,
A feeling of uncertainty,
Which accompanies me each time I see your face.
Because I know how destructive love can be,
But how do I control my desires which scream?
As if weeping myself to sleep wasn't enough,
I realised, I was sobbing even in my dreams.
~*~