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Almost Lover.


I, who wore my heart on my sleeve for you, Long to be held in your captivity. Never could I understand what to do You think i need to learn maturity. Take my freedom; Embrace it in your arms For I've surrendered to your fighting haunt. Your smile, your voice, incomparable charms. I can't have you; but you're all I want. I've set to sail my once thought hopeful dream. On to the four winds I utter your name. Hoping this will become more than it seems. It cannot be, For it's destiny's blame. Aphrodite, I can't call upon her. Forever will be my almost lover.
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