not the same.

gone ;

I've been lost and empty without you here

can you come back home to me?

no one can withstand the race of my thoughts

that goes in an endless chain except you

I still seem to wait for that abrupt interruption

of chaste lips colliding with mine to shut me up—

none can satisfy me but the taste of your lips,

or the way I hold you close to mine

I've been looking all over for you

— your scent's still lingering here

I've been distracting myself

somehow getting back into my senses

and yet, get myself high and drunk

No amount of alcohol can drown me,

none can suffice

to wipe you off of me

Nothing can surpass

the feeling of ecstasy

whenever skin touches skin

this is the feeling I only get from you—

I want to forget you

but can't

I'm dazed for quite some time now

yet only you can make things crystal clear

only you can get hold of my troubled thoughts

that I am certain, I—

please,

please come back to me already