the nowhere of believers.

30

I miss the times and stories,
that no one noticed about with you.
I miss the part of songs,
you used to read their lyrics for me,
 or sing them.

like you sing it with all the love that's between us.
like it's only for me. your little one.

and god the way I thought
you were drowning to know
what to say,
whenever there's a pause,
more like a stare.

So you get them,
but I still
wanna know,
what do you mean, underneath?
I'm about to go crazy, 
I had the feels that maybe,  you would tell.
I've waited, and waited.
 promised myself to know
if you ever felt that you wanted me.
or at least if you're trying to get me.
or wrap me, in your arms for once, being simply flirtatious.
like the lyrics had said to me.
Its only been uttered from
those baby lips of yours.
and that sexy manly voice.

You know, we don't wanna
mess the meaning of the lyrics, right?
I've always been afraid
to complete the romance of
some words that you said.
and if only you
didn't understand
what I meant by "mine" .
Id be confident,
to look at your ocean eyes. 

and can't nobody ever tell me no,
to explain unconditional love,
I've been killed inside to get.

don't you think I need the love
I thought I deserved now?
after all those
words I've been writing about you?
don't you also think
I've been stealing your
thoughts too or not?
I never wanted
to hate you for saying A shit about me.

So come here and show me
A dirty shit I would love to hear from you instead.
that keeps us going nice and slow,
here our eyes meet in the dark,
and we would drop everything
covering flaws with the shadows everywhere.
and that would be a final lyrics
about him and I.