Tingasm

I have books to read for my brain

I love to think that you hold my hand.

I love to be part of your life.

To be yours and to be called mine.

Emotions I felt during rushed hours, captived by your lil ways. You’re so cute whenever you do that. Thou I was unsure of what’s I got from my inside. I got you, yes I do! Feelin’ your forth but I was confused.

Never in my entire journey to look into your eyes the way you look at mine. I feel cracky, ‘cause I was doug and particularly snobbish when it comes to my personal life.

I’m not ready taking relationship in the next line but, when you stop I was longing for the reason you’re becoming my piece of art.

My place was yours, remember? When our freetime our rendezvous was the grass field covering with alamada I was patrified by my own necessities, afraid of falling in love.

I was in the corridor, never noticing your appearance. Years, yes! You’re still not givin’ up and I was uncatch by your outside. Yet, you’re still loving me with no hesitant.

Dreaming I guessed, when I saw others snogging and obviously canoodling. I’m fallin’ every step of the way. I just need a push to appreciate your majestic way, monotony was fading when I realized I was already inch by inch fallin’.

You’re like a knight saving me in a castle with your sharp sword waiting to slay a dragon but, my heart is weak and my brain is tough. Refusing your love and givin’ you a broken heart.