Sweetheart,
we were full
of chasing games
like hide and seek
and touch and go,
like secrets kept
and urges left,
like moving on
and staying still,
like happiness
on a ferris wheel
with dizziness
and unexpected mess.
But Sweetheart,
your happy skies
and bright days
are more than
just shocking,
like I never
saw it coming,
dreaming
and humming
our future
together,
like we're
the future
of modern
couples
who won
the battle
of love
and hate,
and back
to loving
again.
But Sweetheart,
like ticking clocks,
we got so much time,
wasting dime,
creating rhyme,
and I could
be a burden
in time.
Yes,
I could be
a burden in time.
Yes,
a burden in time.
Time spent
on love
and coffee breaks,
on affection
and little attention,
on sweet lies
and silent cries,
on happiness
and little
bit of sadness.
I stole
So much time.
Sweetheart,
let's just
be back
on chasing game;
hide
without seeking,
touch
and go
and never
be back
again.
