I’ll be staring at the sea
As you tip toe around the pebbles trying to get my attention.
I’m locked in on you, I won’t shift my gaze until you tell me to.
I can’t get along with this recurring thought of wanting something I’m not suppose to.
But I’m not complaining, I’m making space in my mind to entertain the thought of you.
Mar 21, 2018
Mar 21, 2018 at 1:59 PM UTC
I’ll be staring at the sea
As you tip toe around the pebbles trying to get my attention.
I’m locked in on you, I won’t shift my gaze until you tell me to.
I can’t get along with this recurring thought of wanting something I’m not suppose to.
But I’m not complaining, I’m making space in my mind to entertain the thought of you.
