There were days....
when all i wanted was to hear the sound
of your voice...
and to feel tghe glide of your fingertips on mine,
and to be in your presence.
Those were days i found my self
hating you the most,
you left me,
cold,
in the clouded fog
of my depression.
Right when i needed you
the most.
I hate my self
for hating you
because trough this day
i still love you...
~VHM~
~VHM~
