I'm still dreaming about
Those wolves running around
And you are the alpha of them,
Taking care of me,
Carrying me.
I never thought of it.
Hopefully, I sigh before I fall asleep
Hoping and expecting you woke up next to me.
Suddenly, I open my eyes and
Nothing has changed, you're never by my side.
I don't want to think about a nonexistent future I'm holding in my dreams.
I don't want to talk about the greatest things I felt that happened in between.
I think,
Maybe I should write down some poetry.
Those tears once fell
Have watered all the garden
Of the heart that you once torn.
Those little things you did
Still wander in my memory
But I think they weren't too honest after all.
And maybe you're a good pretender,
And I'm too bad at expressing,
But I do think we are meant to be.
At least, that's what I like to think.
I don't want to dream about a nonexistent future I pictured while I was slept.
I don't want to talk about those things that made me feel complete laying on your chest.
I think,
Maybe I should write down some poetry.
Glorious happenstance that made you called me late at night
As I was jinxing myself for answering that call innocently.
Something was going on in between.
Marvelous daydreaming situation you brought up to my mind.
Naive pureness I was holding in my hands.
I should've seen it coming.
I did tell you how I was feeling and what I was looking for.
You said it too and made me think of me as your nearer future.
Well, and I did...
I wrote down some poetry.
