Do you get to feel it sometimes?
The warmth of a cold day; heat when everything is meant to be otherwise
The freezing point of the furnace
What a contrast, a paradox, shivers for no reason
Periods of numbness, dumbness and stupidity
Feelings borne out of deep pains and heart scars
Boiling eyeballs, living in depression and void of opportunity
The goose pimples and freckles concocted in fine blend of quietness and fears
Living in loneliness of the mind
Sharing imaginations alone
Building castles of wishes
Caring for invisible moulds
Seeing your face makes me even weaker
Not knowing whether to speak or splinter
Hearing your voice does me no good
I sometimes feel old and a burden
I am so overwhelmed by my feelings
And already carrying to many a burden
Life has made me a weakling
I only wish greener days, yes I am really wishing;
To let you know how I have come to see you
And how much of you I desire
It feels stupid to speak it
But a secret I only keep in fear
Fear of the unknown or unsaid
Fear of disappointment unread
Fear of losing you for ever
Fear of killing me all together
I do get the feeling most times
The brunt of a cold day; fires when everything is meant to be otherwise
The freezing point of the furnace
What a contrast, a paradox, I shiver because I am attracted to you for many reasons
