One good passionate time.
Three words that every girl will wants to hear.
Just say it.
Don’t ignore the feelings that we have for each other.
But, the feelings are dying out.
The interest is not the same anymore.
That fire is burning real slow, very slowly.
And I want you to rekindle that fire that we once had.
Rekindle that fire forever.
Don’t rekindle that fire one good time.
Rekindle that fire to please yours pleasure and mine.
The pleasurement that we both give each other, every other time.
Was it pleasure to you or was it just pleasure to just me.
Why can’t I just read your mind?
Why can’t I see what your thinking.
One good time.
One good passionate time.
Just those three words please.
I’m begging you.
I’m begging please.
Just see.
But, I don’t think that you see.
I don’t think you see, the fire burning in my eyes.
The fire that you set every time, I see you.
The fire that you are putting out now.
The fire that used to be there between us.
I feel like the interest between us is dying slowly like a flower dying of thirst.
You are my water.
I need you to water me to let me live.
I need the sunlight that you giving me.
I need the sunlight like the flower needs it to shine.
Shine like it never shine before.
That’s what you’re to me.
I need you like a druggie needs their needles.
You are my own personal heroine.
The heroine I need to stop the pain your giving me.
The heroine I need to heal the pain I got from you.
Those words will be sacred to me.
Those words will heal me forever and ever.
Just like when Cinderella found her Prince Charming.
That’s what I need.
A Prince Charming.
The person that will heal me.
A person that I can be myself around.
A person that can make me laugh.
A person that can take away myself away from myself.
I don’t want to recognize myself in good way.
I want to let my wild self to let loose.
One good passionate time is gone away.
One good time is leaving.
The interest is leaving.
The caring is going away.
The heart isn’t aching anymore.
The mind is not polluted anymore.
The mind is empty.
The mind is empty of you.
That passionate me am going away.
And the truth is that I don’t care anymore.
The passionate, mind, body, heart is not there anymore.
I won’t hear the words that I want to hear.
I hope I found someone that did something you wouldn’t do.
One good passionate time.
Three words that every girl wants to hear.
Just say it.
Please say it.
Please I’m begging you.
But the passion is gone and probably gone for good.
Those words will never be said.
The begging will stop.
The tears will come.
