But When
BUT WHEN HE
loves me l tend to lose my sense
to the closest window ahead
l find myself trapped in the eyes of a
never ending cycle , i mean its like
falling in love with the ocean
you can see what is being given to
you but you dont know how deep it
actually is. but when he touches my sensetive
skin i tend to feel judged but the talking walls
which always feels like the world is just fading
away right before my eyes
have you ever felt embarrassed by your own
reflection just because HE, l mean HE touched you
and felt so loved yet that was just a momental
pleasure and urge to please him self
but when he reaches out to me
i feel like im floating
i feel like my world has started turning again
i feel like im loved again
i feel like its all just a game of loniliness
i feel like we are just craving that sense of healing
i feel pretty
i feel beautiful
yet now the pain come with that sense of
understanding that he is like a desert , you go to it yet
leave the place exhausted and dried out but you still
come back for more
when when he loved me
i felt like a forgotten queen
i felt like .....(you can finish it)
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