You know I was yours that morning,
You know what happened that morning,
And it was crazy and magical and unforgettable, but um, you know that I love you, and I don't think you feel the same but let me ask you, did, did you really meant to say it? I mean, do you really love me?
You know that I love you,
You know that I trust you,
You don't know how to love
Or am I wrong?
You got me thinking about that escene,
All the day and every week,
Babe you know I feel special still,
My body can't stop having this feel,
I wanna repeat it again,
I wanna feel your skin again,
Why do I have to lie?
Why do I have to hide?
Your lips on my lips,
Your hands on my hips,
My hand on your chest,
I lost my concentrate,
But I need to pull you in,
And I need is all of you,
Lies on ur mouth,
Truth on my soul.
Nah, you don't love me,
Because I know that,
Nah you don't love me.
YOU ARE READING
Myself
PoetryPoems that can be too cute and too dangerous to read. But you will be fine. But don't worry, it's just my feelings and myself.
