Cause Every Moment Is You

8

Does It Ever Make Sense?

I don't know how does it make sense to you,
The way our eyes meet,
But barely talking.
The way we bid our goodbyes alongside of the road,
Which probably memorize the routine that we have everyday.

Walking in the search of a place where we could comfortably talk for hours,
Laugh on our silly jokes,
Talk about random things,
Imagine the future,
Staring at the people as they come and go.

While the sun is preparing to set,
I would slowly feel the void in my heart,
There's a feeling of emptiness,
That only you and me could only understand.

I wish time moves slower when I'm with you,
Maybe that's the reason why I always wait for the fountain to have its colors back when the clock struck at 6,
Aside from seeing how mesmerizing it flows above,
I just really want to be with you.

And I don't know how does these things make sense to you,
But,
I do hope it really make sense—even just a little.