This time next year
I still want to be this
passionate for your presence.
I still want to be jealous
as you drool over every name
other than mine.
I still want to crave for your attention with only an exceeded crave
as a result.
I still want to make you smile
as you force yourself to forget that i
made your muscles move.
I still want to say
that I'll take whatever i can take
from you.
I still want to be
in this
blasphemous relationship.
I still want to try
to get in the way between you
and your religion
And accept this very subtle victory.
I still want you
to think about what this
could be.
I still want to entice you
with the taboo relationship
of no relations.
I still want to see your hidden glare
as I flirt with every girl
other than you;
an act of which we both know is an act of sheer desperation.
I still want to want you,
and
want you to want me to
this time next year
and the years to come.
Sep 27, 2015
Sep 27, 2015 at 5:44 AM UTC
This time next year
I still want to be this
passionate for your presence.
I still want to be jealous
as you drool over every name
other than mine.
I still want to crave for your attention with only an exceeded crave
as a result.
I still want to make you smile
as you force yourself to forget that i
made your muscles move.
I still want to say
that I'll take whatever i can take
from you.
I still want to be
in this
blasphemous relationship.
I still want to try
to get in the way between you
and your religion
And accept this very subtle victory.
I still want you
to think about what this
could be.
I still want to entice you
with the taboo relationship
of no relations.
I still want to see your hidden glare
as I flirt with every girl
other than you;
an act of which we both know is an act of sheer desperation.
I still want to want you,
and
want you to want me to
this time next year
and the years to come.
