A day without you is a day of imperfection
Your presence is a joy that invites me to happiness
And a moment of wonder
Every blink of your eyes bring a spark to my veins
That creates an electricity that charges my feelings...
When you say my name, All I hear is your voice
And when we start to converse, the time ticks in slow motion
But what a feeling this could be
If you don't even know how it feels
Am I just the only one
or am I over thinking that I'm the only one
Unrequited feeling is hard to keep but
As long as my consciousness speaks
You are the one who made me feel this...
Sep 12, 2014
Sep 12, 2014 at 6:09 AM UTC
A day without you is a day of imperfection
Your presence is a joy that invites me to happiness
And a moment of wonder
Every blink of your eyes bring a spark to my veins
That creates an electricity that charges my feelings...
When you say my name, All I hear is your voice
And when we start to converse, the time ticks in slow motion
But what a feeling this could be
If you don't even know how it feels
Am I just the only one
or am I over thinking that I'm the only one
Unrequited feeling is hard to keep but
As long as my consciousness speaks
You are the one who made me feel this...
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