there's nothing more pathetic word to say

i could've sent you these letters,

i could've thrown you my kisses,

i could've touched your face,

now i could only wish for chances.

you're not meant for me,

but i claim you fervently as mine,

and if dreaming of you

will make us together

then i pray not to wake up

from this sweet slumber.

my heart, for the nth time,

deceived me,

so i'll just...

keep all these empty letters,

pick up my scattered kisses,

and let my hands get numb

because there's no chance of

having you around.

maybe...

...i'm not born to let you know

that i love...


...you can't see me from where you are

right now.