It was just a damned infatuation
By the time I realized this,
there's no going back from where
that came from.
Each time, inevitably every single effin' time.
I knew you were trouble from the moment you stepped into
my blurred life.
But right from the start, it's totally unfair! Duly unfair that you're
Impeccable, perfect!
I was in search of a soul
That could hear me out when I'm deranged. It's like as if.. as if you're the piece that makes the puzzle a whole lot complete.
But wait ~ hold that thought.
Was it just a mere infatuation?
That I was blind about?
Why, do tell me, the heck that
I'm not over this shit!
The one that allows you to venture out of these sealed-brick walls
And affirm that you have behold within.
The excitement and enthusiasm that makes you devour more and more,
more from where that came from.
I hate, despise the fact that I was compelled by the insatiable need.
Why do you even own that essence?
The magic of it that you would effortlessly execute
Every second, in fact , millisecond that you took.
Maybe it was all in my head..
Yes, that's right... mere infatuation.
Again, the question is apparent in the back of my mind.
Why oh why do I feel that we have a connection?
From that moment when there is a presence of you, my devoting heart would involuntarily skip a beat.
Yes! Involuntarily as it is~ it can't be commanded to flinch away of how crazy the way it gets hold of every single moment
... To be continued~
