Not knowing what she feels
She goes out searching for something
Finding boys to fulfill her longings
But they’re not the same
Filled with confusion
As to why their eyes don’t pierce her soul
With the same familiar care
as the touch she craves.
But they still cause the same ****** response
So why does she have this desire
To stay with the one
That she would never thought to rely on?
When it’s all over
She still messages him
Because she knows he’s there
But that’s not the only reason.
Deep down inside
Her innate want for love
Expands her need to be with him
And he knows this.
Yet she still questions his intentions
She realizes he probably doesn’t feel similar
She still can’t help to ask
Why not just use her like the others?
Unless he touches them like her
She can’t help to think
That their passion is undeniable.
But he still won’t change.
Of course she’s not going to stop either
If she’s ever felt love
She’s knows
It’s this.