and who knew it'll be like this again?
who knew that there were still faint embers?

the young fire still burns, I see

sometimes I wish I had another story to tell
and sometimes, some days, I just don't care
(but I really always do)
and I want you to know how you've captured my heart
but I am muted,
I am paralyzed
by your charm,
by your smile,
your ******* smile I find myself lost in,
by your kindness and by your beautiful soul

and sometimes I wish to break the sacred space
between us but it's alright,
I'm fine sharing with you this comfortable silence.
or maybe I'm just used to this
and I kind of wish I wasn't like this
and it's the reason why these nights seem so long,

because I can't say I miss you when I absolutely do.