Tuesday, May 9, 2017 // 6:42 PM
Five One Seventeen,
First kiss, that perfect moment.
Fleeting seconds of happiness,
of pure enjoyment.
Even though you could taste the loneliness
that it all lacks commitment,
I am still willing to sell my soul for you,
Even though I need fulfilment.
But for that moment, that one enjoyment,
everything was quiet.
I saw your lips at work, it was mesmerising.
They felt so nice, so hypnotising.
They were meant to be, they were synchronising.
The rose was rising,
Everything was just so appetizing.
I did my thing, tantalizing.
Five One Seventeen,
It’s Five Nine Seventeen, & I’m still fantasizing.
But I’m only fantasizing cause you’re love is so tantalizing.
I play it over and over in my head,
When I zone out, I’m tired
Every time I lay in my bed,
Every other thought has expired.
It’s just you.
I love you.
You say it too
but do you mean it or is this some sort of deja vu ?
Pathetic.
I am pathetic.
trying to be poetic,
it’s pathetic.
Regardless, I love him
For 10 months and 5 days,
I’ve been trying to figure it out.
Why I’m so in love with him, why I’m so zoned out
Simple; It’s quicksand.
I’ve fallen, I can’t stand.
Hold my hand,
I love you.
Five One Seventeen, I’ll always love you.
Jun 5, 2017
Jun 5, 2017 at 6:30 PM UTC
Tuesday, May 9, 2017 // 6:42 PM
Five One Seventeen,
First kiss, that perfect moment.
Fleeting seconds of happiness,
of pure enjoyment.
Even though you could taste the loneliness
that it all lacks commitment,
I am still willing to sell my soul for you,
Even though I need fulfilment.
But for that moment, that one enjoyment,
everything was quiet.
I saw your lips at work, it was mesmerising.
They felt so nice, so hypnotising.
They were meant to be, they were synchronising.
The rose was rising,
Everything was just so appetizing.
I did my thing, tantalizing.
Five One Seventeen,
It’s Five Nine Seventeen, & I’m still fantasizing.
But I’m only fantasizing cause you’re love is so tantalizing.
I play it over and over in my head,
When I zone out, I’m tired
Every time I lay in my bed,
Every other thought has expired.
It’s just you.
I love you.
You say it too
but do you mean it or is this some sort of deja vu ?
Pathetic.
I am pathetic.
trying to be poetic,
it’s pathetic.
Regardless, I love him
For 10 months and 5 days,
I’ve been trying to figure it out.
Why I’m so in love with him, why I’m so zoned out
Simple; It’s quicksand.
I’ve fallen, I can’t stand.
Hold my hand,
I love you.
Five One Seventeen, I’ll always love you.
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