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.