Sitting here right next to you wondering whether you know how edgy I am here beside you.
Listening to the oldies music that we both love (maybe) a little too much.
Am I letting myself go too far?
Letting my feelings drowned too deep?
If ever there is a chance, will the universe be kind then tell us?
A little part of me wants this never be over. But the other part (most of it) is still afraid that this might be temporary.
That all of this might just a past haunted me back
But one thing, it’s you, that makes me eager to see the sun rise again, just so I get to see you in the morning.
It’s you that make me write again. It’s you that make me smile before I close my eyes at the end of the day. It’s your name that I whisper in my prayer.
The owner of soft shady brown eyes, it’s always been you.
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