What is this fiery heat that beckons me to you
for what is this when the heat is from the flesh and not from the heart
should I be flattered?
should I be glad?
as we glided through the hours
you clumsily dropped that 3 letter words on my lap
each word poses a stab to my heart
for I knew, just like the heat it's nothing but just fleeting emotions
like wordless love letters,
hollow, like your empty glances,
you look at me, I see my listless soul through you
blank, distant, cold,
you stared out at the taxi's window opposite to me,
such stranger to the warmth we shared minutes ago.
and so you confessed what I already knew
for what is this passion when we have skulls in between.
Aug 30, 2014
Aug 30, 2014 at 1:56 PM UTC
What is this fiery heat that beckons me to you
for what is this when the heat is from the flesh and not from the heart
should I be flattered?
should I be glad?
as we glided through the hours
you clumsily dropped that 3 letter words on my lap
each word poses a stab to my heart
for I knew, just like the heat it's nothing but just fleeting emotions
like wordless love letters,
hollow, like your empty glances,
you look at me, I see my listless soul through you
blank, distant, cold,
you stared out at the taxi's window opposite to me,
such stranger to the warmth we shared minutes ago.
and so you confessed what I already knew
for what is this passion when we have skulls in between.
