You have something strange in you or it’s me
who is strange?
Millions of years after; I still fight you to
change
I love the way you love me but I hate the way
you hate
We’ll create history one day my love, if
that’s written in my fate,
I cannot face the face who loves you more;
neither can I when you do
You are the drop of water in the desolate
desert and I won’t share you even if you’ll ask me to
I sit next to you on the bench of that
haunted park
I know you’re petrified, that’s why I stand next
to your eyes when the horror barks,
I might yell in public or I behave mad to you
But I never figured out why I feel hurt, when
I kick you in blue
I know you know me more than I know myself
But can you tell me why I hate you when it is
not rooted in thyself?
I know you feel protective when I like other
friends
But amore you are the only one for whom I can
die young not friends
You are the one whom I have hated daily but
never more than I’d loved
This tale will never end and I can bet my
life for this my beloved,
I am irate onto you because I care
Don’t behave with me that you were unaware
I wish I could hug you for long and with eyes
onto you
But I donno if it’s possible, cause this is
something outlandish in us two..!
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