i got a man.
we’ve been together since we’re 16.
we’re now 23.
so we’ve gone through 6.
about to go 7.
i like compliments.
he hardly gives compliments.
i like to talk.
he hardly knows how to let his feeling shows.
i like the simple things.
sometimes the simplest is the hardest for him.
i like to do things.
he likes to do nothing.
i like to spend my time.
he likes to waste his.
i like it when we’re in sync.
i hate it when he doesn’t listen.
i like it when we’re close.
i hate it when he doesn’t notice the miles come.
he knows i’m far away from home.
so i see nothing but a wasted moan.

i could search for someone perfect
and i might find you instead
it's not that you're perfect
but you're enough
enough to make me the happiest
enough to make me see my worth
enough to be the luckiest
because then i can finally feel whole

We’re the complete opposite
but we’re compatible.
That’s what kind of love we are.

our world will never collide
because when i talk about the future
you keep talking about the past
and love only happens when two worlds collide

I can still feel the love you left me
The warmth on my lips
The touch on my hips
So when i look at myself in the mirror
I find your silhouette
Wrap me up and lock me in
I can see your silhouette
A little curve on that rosy lips
Starts moving and whispering
"I feel you and i want you"
I grin a little and i smile
I'm so excited so i open my eyes
And i only see the curve of my body
My hands tied
Trying to reach something unseen
Something untouched
Something unreal