Just aching my heart you being back the same once you used to be. Feeling so hard that I'm helping myself out from the obviousness. Strangling between the past imagination and the present reality. Laying my eyes at distance reminds me of lying to you with my deceiving eyes on you while stepping into the acquaintance of love together.
Waiting for you is the least expected thing for me. But right now, that's what I'm doing. So desperate to let myself soak in your presence filled with heartfelt feelings. Let your eyes find my eyes deep inside. Let your raw breath be the breath I feel. Let your moustache be the reason for the pain of my philtrum. Let your soft lips caress my earline.