I don’t know what love is,
I don’t know how it feels.
Is it wanting your lips on mine?
Or is it something more real?
I’m confused,
I’m blowing this out of proportion.
It’s like I’ve never met anybody else,
Oh, god I’m so desperate.
Waiting for hours on end,
Consumed by my so-called fantasy.
......
I feel his absence,
though I have not known his presence.
I tell you , its not a physical attraction,
but emotional connection .
I have neither looked into his eyes,
nor hugged him.
But have been touched
by his soul.
With his lyrical words
......
If it was the last night on earth
Would I be brave enough
To tell you everything
My unfiltered love and admiration
Shining in the moonlight
Would you hold me tight
And whisper in my ear
As the night sky falls
Around us
Desire burning like each star
......
I was BROKEN
a long TIME ago
and was BUILT
again just to go with
the FLOW
TODAY
I am as the PAST
BROKEN again
......
caught your attention through the shop window
your babydoll, that's me
lonely Aphrodite
awoken from your reverie
your babydoll, that's me
a one of a kind collectible
awoken from your reverie
but I've been taken out of my box
......
If it was the last night on earth
Would I be brave enough
To tell you everything
My unfiltered love and admiration
Shining in the moonlight
Would you hold me tight
And whisper in my ear
As the night sky falls
Around us
Desire burning like each star
......
In my dreams you taste like lemonade
It’s stupid honestly
Because I’m sure that night doesn’t mean much to you
In regards to me that is
I still think about it though
That night you changed my life
Because that was the first time I knew
I was in love with someone
Sour and sweet
Sweet in all the ways young love is
......
Confident and brave, your presence draws everyone in, but
Even then, your eyes were fixed on the sun. Your sun.
I wondered what you'd think, if you were to look at me instead.
At night, I found comfort held in your slender golden petals.
Your sun was gone, but your stem never bowed to the wind.
Yellow was never my favourite colour until I kissed you.
Tiny flowers sprout from your head, invisible until you get close
Enough that you're hooked on this new addiction,
......
caught your attention through the shop window
your babydoll, that's me
lonely Aphrodite
awoken from your reverie
your babydoll, that's me
a one of a kind collectible
awoken from your reverie
but I've been taken out of my box
......
I feel his absence,
though I have not known his presence.
I tell you , its not a physical attraction,
but emotional connection .
I have neither looked into his eyes,
nor hugged him.
But have been touched
by his soul.
With his lyrical words
......