My head is full with toughts
Your touch I feel it still,
your kisses too.
I wish that all would stay
Not more, not less, just simple
The worst part of trying to forget you,
Is that every step is always a reminder.
I hope someday my toughts will break through
And reach for your heart, if I can find her.
As time grows old so fast
Turning yesterday tought into blur,
My image of you will still last
So perfect, so strong, so untrue.
I wish I could recall not charm,
A perfect smile, nor deepend kiss.
But the time you let me down
Without a care, all alone in This.
I wonder if you’ve ever tried
The way I struggle and denied
All feelings that invade your heart.
It’s wanting to cry, or more
Desperately searching a way to ignore
When disappointment tears you apart.
What would you do in my place?
Keep your eyes dry, a smiley face?
Time is the only one to say.
Can love be just a temporary attraction?
A physical and mind in-phase reaction?
Is everything subject to change in time,
Or is for infinite 'your hand in mine'?
Is silence modestly the absence of noise?
Or maybe an indifference you pose?
Might be a silent rejection, instead of a „no”..
Or is it more an indecision or so?
I wish I'd knew, since in my heart
It feels a little less than smart..
Your lips are something
I would like always
To keep in mine.
Your eyes make me
Loose focus easily,
When our glance alignes.
And when you smile
I just forget
That rationality exists.
Can you just be
A little less
Of one thing that I miss?