It’s 5:30 in the morning,
And I’m still thinking about you.
Your lips are all I can think of,
And that look in your eyes.
At times I feel like breaking free,
Pull you close and kiss you.
Hold you in my arms,
Close and never letting go.
Alas ! My complexes won’t give in.
My insecurities take over, done.
You become unattainable. Suddenly.
Forbidden, like the dreams I’ve had.
I feel crippled and powerless,
Not knowing how to make you like me.
But would you ever even if I tried ?
Jul 11, 2019
Jul 11, 2019 at 9:01 AM UTC
It’s 5:30 in the morning,
And I’m still thinking about you.
Your lips are all I can think of,
And that look in your eyes.
At times I feel like breaking free,
Pull you close and kiss you.
Hold you in my arms,
Close and never letting go.
Alas ! My complexes won’t give in.
My insecurities take over, done.
You become unattainable. Suddenly.
Forbidden, like the dreams I’ve had.
I feel crippled and powerless,
Not knowing how to make you like me.
But would you ever even if I tried ?
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