I can feel something stirring...
Almost like Molten Lava slowly burning
Like a Cup-a-Tea brewing
It's finally settling in
that this is all something already been
As we sit in the tree
- Our Tree -
you're smiling cheekily
you say 'before you go'
placing your hand on my arm
staring with your charm
But I say no
All the complications
and difficulties from before
when you were my beau
still haunt me sore
'cause if we were meant to be
how come when we kiss I feel empty?
Sep 5, 2015
Sep 5, 2015 at 8:55 AM UTC
I can feel something stirring...
Almost like Molten Lava slowly burning
Like a Cup-a-Tea brewing
It's finally settling in
that this is all something already been
As we sit in the tree
- Our Tree -
you're smiling cheekily
you say 'before you go'
placing your hand on my arm
staring with your charm
But I say no
All the complications
and difficulties from before
when you were my beau
still haunt me sore
'cause if we were meant to be
how come when we kiss I feel empty?