I know. you'll come back to me
The writings on the wall
The signs, they're blasphemy.
Out of sight, outa mind i said
what to do
When your name,face & eyes
Are stuck in my head
You dont even think of me.
Or reminisce on what I've said.
Sometimes i wish these thoughts werent real, like our love was. That i never had to let go of you. Then never have to tell anyone the story of what ONCE WAS AND THAT OUR LOVE WAS FORMED IN RYTHM & BEATS OF SOMEONE WE BOTH LOVED.zzz
So come back to me, my princess, my bee
Sweet as honey. You'll always Be.