I don't want to be optimistic and try to see the good in this.
The only thing I know, I felt confused and you, I overflowingly miss.
I think of you when I shouldn't, our bond, it broke my system.
Would we be living in your seasided place or my crowded steppe kingdom ?
Would we be having fights over others or finally get over this symptom?
My wisdom tells me it's all over now, it's all a phantom.
Is it all because you cannot commit or I expect too much, foolishly?
To feel secure and loved without a doubt, tell me, for this am I greedy?
Our love definitions differ, and perhaps that's why we can't be together.
I wish I hadn't thrown your gifts into the trash,
That beige snow hat and scarf you bought me,
Not as easily as throwing a cheap piece of leather
I am dying from curiosity:
Thinking if you still keep my bear keychain or my grey beanie
Tell me, how's the weather in your city ?
And how's your mother after her surgery ?
I am only certain about one thing, I'd like to kiss your hands one more time, sincerely.
My feelings for you, they are deeper than what eyes can see,
And I'm afraid they always will be.