Nightingale

Aku x sepandai yang lain dalam membelai kau. My fingers are not as nimble, you might think I don't deserve you. I'ld love to think that I know how to treat you best. But it seems others know better. I can hear your happiness when he touches you. You sound like a nightingale calling from afar. I wish I could do just that, because that makes me happy.

I left you, I thought my time with you was over. I lost interest in you, I can't believe I actually thought of that. But I found that my heart is just too attached to you, like adam and eve, romeo and juliet, day and night, nightingale and I.

I stroke your skin, I hurt myself. Because I know I once thought we were over. But I'm willing to hurt again just for you. I've lost my touch in pleasing you and myself. I wonder how long it's gonna take for me to be able to caress you like I once was able to. I've witnessed others learn more from their realationship, getting better all the time. But on one condition though. It has to be constant, it has to be pure, it has to be passionate, it has to be true.

I envy others when I see them get along so well. I wish we could be just as fine as they are. But love comes slowly for us I guess. I had the chance of proving what we could be, but I pushed it away even without considering thoroughly. I'm just ashamed that I've lost confidence, I've lost the melody of our love, I've lost the artistic side of us. Deep inside, I actually thought of skipping everything the world holds for me that day, so that I can be with you, doing our thing, escourting others.

Its not hurt that I feel when I see others do it. Its pain. It breaks my heart knowing how good we could've been together, all shattered due to my ignorance and the fact that I actually gave up on you. You waited for me all this while. I left you there, in the same room we used to be together in, on the same bed we used to sleep in. The smooth, cool texture of ur body lingers on my fingertips. How I crave for you! The softness like no other, the harmony unmatchable, the fading sounds of your breath. I miss you, I really do.

It took me quite some time to admit that I actually do want you back. I looked for you, high and low, within the wilderness, you came to me, like you always do. But I'm sorry I'm not as good as I used to be. I'm sorry I can no longer sing with you. My voice croaks, its unstable, I've lost it. Our moments together seems less satisfying. With me bearing the pain, you wailing in agony. I hope my fingers can bring back the voice in you. Sliding my numb, cold fingers on your neck, sing for me nightingale!

"stevie, can i borrow your guitar? I can't play mine as well anymore"