I don't like the fact that I love you,
because I don't know you love me too.
I keep chasing,
these thoughts running in my imagination,
and I ask myself to know,
how do you feel when I text or call?
do you miss me when I am not around?
do you ever long to talk to me until the sun rise?
or I am not even on your head at all?
When we're making love tenderly, each day
under the moonlight,
I can feel your heartbeat, yet still wander
if I swept you off your feet,
when you moan and kiss me, scratching my back
with your tiger claw and
you're aching, is it for my love’s defeat?
A simple equation,
which has infinite possible answers,
yet none of them can ease my head.
It's close to 3:AM,
I better just go back to bed.
Jun 13, 2017
Jun 13, 2017 at 3:06 AM UTC
I don't like the fact that I love you,
because I don't know you love me too.
I keep chasing,
these thoughts running in my imagination,
and I ask myself to know,
how do you feel when I text or call?
do you miss me when I am not around?
do you ever long to talk to me until the sun rise?
or I am not even on your head at all?
When we're making love tenderly, each day
under the moonlight,
I can feel your heartbeat, yet still wander
if I swept you off your feet,
when you moan and kiss me, scratching my back
with your tiger claw and
you're aching, is it for my love’s defeat?
A simple equation,
which has infinite possible answers,
yet none of them can ease my head.
It's close to 3:AM,
I better just go back to bed.
A heart always wanders
