Untouched Words

I bleed love. When I sit in an empty dark room waiting for your reply, waiting for you to come back. I have bungled my time, wasted my life for that one sweet, lost smile, you unveil in my dreams, making me alive. You were my dream, you came true. One day, you smeared my pleasant reality, by all the repulsive thoughts, for I said shockingly, "is that re-really you??" But even though I'm wishing to be with you, everyday, and even at night too. I lay in my bed thinking only about you, searching for the answers, you left me with, about a year or two. I still feel your warmth, your whispers at my side, the pain is now lot more, that can be seen in my eyes. I begged my heart, "Stop, please stop." It showed no mercy on me, letting my tear to drop. I've done enough to forget you, done all I need, But it's the stubbornness of my witless heart, that keeps on saying, "it's the love now, that I bleed.&q