May 2013
Flashbacks at the back of my mind,
I sit there for hours on end,
grinning like an idiot, laughing to myself,
and still I haven't caught a shadow of you.
Between the times I am breathing,
I only wish to catch even a silhouette, slipping by,
darting among the crowds, even if it's
away from me, away.
I sit there for hours on end,
grinning like an idiot, laughing to myself,
and still I haven't caught a shadow of you.
Between the times I am breathing,
I only wish to catch even a silhouette, slipping by,
darting among the crowds, even if it's
away from me, away.
90% of my daydreams consist of you and wishing that I'd get to see you again, even if it's just a small, slight, quick glance of your head as you turn away and disappear forever.
