The sound of your voice,
that feeling of you next to me-
it used to be all I ever craved.
Just wanting to spend time with you-
get to know you-
It's all I ever thought of,
all I ever fantasized.
I used to imagine
the moment you'd walk up,
and whisper.
Whisper words
that would make my heart
skip a beat.
With you,
I wished to develop a love.
A love so powerful
that noone
could ever tell us otherwise.
Yet,
you insist on war.
You wish to fire away
and prove you're superior.
Strike,
when I least expect it.
Attack.
Attack me witha sense of doubt
in your heart.
But my treasure,
answer something for me.
If you truly feel nothing,
then why do you hesitate?
Your passion for me
is beginning to show
through your amour of pride.
A sense of stability
is what you crave.
But how can you
when you're trapped
between the crossfires
of love and war?
Mar 14, 2014
Mar 14, 2014 at 9:05 AM UTC
The sound of your voice,
that feeling of you next to me-
it used to be all I ever craved.
Just wanting to spend time with you-
get to know you-
It's all I ever thought of,
all I ever fantasized.
I used to imagine
the moment you'd walk up,
and whisper.
Whisper words
that would make my heart
skip a beat.
With you,
I wished to develop a love.
A love so powerful
that noone
could ever tell us otherwise.
Yet,
you insist on war.
You wish to fire away
and prove you're superior.
Strike,
when I least expect it.
Attack.
Attack me witha sense of doubt
in your heart.
But my treasure,
answer something for me.
If you truly feel nothing,
then why do you hesitate?
Your passion for me
is beginning to show
through your amour of pride.
A sense of stability
is what you crave.
But how can you
when you're trapped
between the crossfires
of love and war?
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