The need to hug you is powerful
The hunger to want to run my hands through your black hair
Is very powerful
Yet, i cannot do what I please, since you threw me out of your life in 2011
It's okay I still have our memories from when we rode the train together to when we went shopping with our moms
I wish I could reverse time and go back to that Wednesday night and say goodbye to you properly
But i have no one to blame but myself and my fear of losing you
I know it sounds cliche
How an 8yrs basically found their "true love" and has yet to say what they feel for the last seven years
You'd be surprise, love comes through many doors, sadly i want our door to be lit on fire
May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 3:51 PM UTC
The need to hug you is powerful
The hunger to want to run my hands through your black hair
Is very powerful
Yet, i cannot do what I please, since you threw me out of your life in 2011
It's okay I still have our memories from when we rode the train together to when we went shopping with our moms
I wish I could reverse time and go back to that Wednesday night and say goodbye to you properly
But i have no one to blame but myself and my fear of losing you
I know it sounds cliche
How an 8yrs basically found their "true love" and has yet to say what they feel for the last seven years
You'd be surprise, love comes through many doors, sadly i want our door to be lit on fire
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