He pulled out my heartstrings...
I felt his love creeping in my veins.
It ate my guts and squeezed my heart.
He owned everything til nothing remains.
He drew his affection like a work of art.
Then there's a truth that can never be denied.
His heart's not mine and his hands are free.
In my mind I play with thoughts of him.
Imagining how is it to be with him.


Will I ever held his hands?
Will I ever kiss his lips?
Will I ever look into those eyes?
Will I ever feel he's mine?

A part of me so scared to lose you.
I don't want nothing else but you.
But your heart's not mine and you are free,
just like a wild flower under a shade of a tall tree.

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