other nice poem

I feel your eyes upon me,
and force myself not to look your way.
This endless game we play gets harder
each cold night and empty day.

Its always been written in the pages,
its always been between the lines.
Those invisible clues
we leave for each other to find.

How long will our game last?
How long till you are just a ghost in my past?

I sense you pass behind me in a crowded room,
back to back we stand
and I feel your fingertips brush mine.
Yet that is as close to holding hands as we shall get,
without leaving clues others may find.

How long till you next come to me?
How long till we may steal a moment
a touch out of range of prying eyes to see?

You know I cannot tell her.
You know I do not know how.
Yet we both know it is impossible,
theres nothing we can do now.

So we’ll meet in secret,
Every mark hidden,
Never to be known,
For our love is forbidden.

this nice poem is done by someone else other than me...found it while surfing online...its kinda nice...i hope i will be as pro as that guy one day...

also...if there is any more outings tell me early early...otherwise my chances are very low...haiz sianz...holidays = sianz...not posting longer cuz they are coming back from buisness dinner soon...sianz...gotta post in secret...