Deep down my heart is melting like a cheese when a hot knife put on.
Missing you with most sacred feelings holding back the weeping of my pupils.
Hating you was never my thing ever.
Studies. Made a hard choice.
Distance is a terrible thing.
Vacating from the imagination can't let me feel your presence.
Can't tell my little brain to stop this feed of nonstop thoughts of yours.
When can I again have your gaze on me?
When can I put my heart on yours while sleeping?
Missing wasn't my thing until you came.