Two eyes, sending you messages.
Two arms, seeking you too.
But you unaware of all these things.
Like my voice calling out your name.
But you been unaware for sometime that you been the object of this certain guy.
Two ears, loves to hear your voice.
Two hands, wants to touch you so much.
But you unaware of all of this.
Least of these two lips that wants to give you a sweet, sweet kiss.
Now, maybe the blame lies with me.
For to you these things never been explained.
So unware of my true feeling for you.
Sep 19, 2016
Sep 19, 2016 at 8:36 PM UTC
Two eyes, sending you messages.
Two arms, seeking you too.
But you unaware of all these things.
Like my voice calling out your name.
But you been unaware for sometime that you been the object of this certain guy.
Two ears, loves to hear your voice.
Two hands, wants to touch you so much.
But you unaware of all of this.
Least of these two lips that wants to give you a sweet, sweet kiss.
Now, maybe the blame lies with me.
For to you these things never been explained.
So unware of my true feeling for you.
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