What desperation fills your soul?
Where is love in the lies you told?
Those eyes can't even look at me—
But I've noticed everything!

I've been desperate before—
I know how you feel;
But I know you no more—
And nothing is real!

What is this desperation in your heart?
What is the thing that made you depart?

I've always loved you, and I will yet again—
Though barely can I breathe;
Don't pretend
You know what I need!

What desperation fills your mind?
How can you live and be so blind?

Chantrea Johari
20 September 2005