If you ever meet me. Write me as someone lovable, kind and loyal. Paint my soul as strong, vulnerable and desirable.
Am I someone you'll need in your moments of silence?
Will I have to tiptoe around your heart?
Will you ever have to nitpick my feelings?
Will you still grasp the fleeting smile beyond the bad days?
I dreamed of me: muse, loved, happy and in peace.
Am I worthy enough for you to stand firmly by my side?
Will my kind of love be what you've been seeking?
Will my body's warmth melt your coldness?
Will my insecurities be the reason you will yet again hurt me?
Since I first saw you, I have left a sniff of my desire behind. My eyes are stuck on all of the imaginative future I traced in your voice.
Will I ever have the chance to hold your hand?
Will you let me reinvent you? Make my name yours, counting our years to the tone of my heartbeats, and have my happiness as your only hobby?
I dreamed of me...trapped in a loop of sadness.
Will I live enough to learn of your name, or will I always remain a ghost lost in this world without you?
Comments
Post a Comment