It’s funny how I’m flying high
Until your words bring me down.
The truth that you speak?
They cut deep.
I wish I was bliss in ignorance instead.
Can we go back to the days?
When I was still a mystery that you
were so eager to unravel.
When I invoked a sense of awe within you.
When you cherished every fibre of my being.
When your eyes sparkled as they found me.
When your fingers relished as they touched my bare skin.
Now we are just hallow.
And your fire has dimmed.
Was it me that took it out?
Yet even after all we been through.
I still long for you.
Feb 17, 2021
Feb 17, 2021 at 8:51 AM UTC
It’s funny how I’m flying high
Until your words bring me down.
The truth that you speak?
They cut deep.
I wish I was bliss in ignorance instead.
Can we go back to the days?
When I was still a mystery that you
were so eager to unravel.
When I invoked a sense of awe within you.
When you cherished every fibre of my being.
When your eyes sparkled as they found me.
When your fingers relished as they touched my bare skin.
Now we are just hallow.
And your fire has dimmed.
Was it me that took it out?
Yet even after all we been through.
I still long for you.
