Do I miss the days he is away
Would I come to him when he's astray
Caught when I stare
Do my cheeks start to flare
The touch of a finger
Yet never linger
Send chills down my spine
Don't you toy with my fragile heart
With a simple word, it could fall apart
You never have a clue
On what to do
Yet, I still love you anyway
Nov 2, 2014
Nov 2, 2014 at 3:40 PM UTC
Do I miss the days he is away
Would I come to him when he's astray
Caught when I stare
Do my cheeks start to flare
The touch of a finger
Yet never linger
Send chills down my spine
Don't you toy with my fragile heart
With a simple word, it could fall apart
You never have a clue
On what to do
Yet, I still love you anyway
