Paradise is red

What if

If only

What if Possibly 

All these questions come rushing into my mind, the reasons for their existences I can only speculate where their stored and how they pop out of nowhere suddenly just bursting and knocking down my mental state.

 I bet they have a name and that name haunts, not me but my lonely heart.

 I can't bare another day without you, without your love and your body's warmth wrapping mines, without your sweet kisses and angelic voice, without your hands clutching mines as if were the last day they will ever meet. 

It is crazy i admit, but crazier and stranger is the love you have for someone who doesn't for you. Screaming at an empty wall, whilst hearing it only whispers back little subtle words, that forcely made a sentence, and that sentence is meaningless until you read it backwards, and so backwards you can truly see what you've done to yourself. 

There is no need for tears, but with them your heart will be scared and without them your mind will be petrified, it's ok to be what you want but what if your not you.