Heated
Heated
because to the outside world
I will always be a secret
a moment in time that won't ever
be repeated by you
It's your voice that I will always come undone for
and with me you will always desire more
I shouldn't care so much what the press think they know
But oh wouldn't it be a nice
sensation to shut everyone else up.
The way I look to everyone else
stupid!
Obsessed!
A freaking mess!
I'm just making assumptions
because I cannot read minds.
But sometimes I feel foolish
because I cannot confirm for sure
that the feelings are mutual.
But that is life I guess.
Copyright © Shahana Jackson | Year Posted 2010
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