Two straight lines:
Though only a milimeter away,
If they don't bother to change their ways,
They won't find each other even in another million days.
Wednesday, February 17, 2016
When...
When we have finally met,
like an irrational desire with bloods rushing,
Or my knees melting,
every time you're talking.
When we have finally met,
I hope He'd give you those funny feelings,
that make you remember,
The rapid beats in your chest, thinking,
"Oh dear, Lord, could this be her?"
When we have finally met,
I hope we could both be sure
That our desperate endeavors
Have finally come to an end, and ahead waiting, is our unpredictable future.
"But I haven't met you yet, and if I did, I'm not aware. I've been working on our future, crafting on my career. So when the day comes when I meet you, I could speak to your father. Communicate that I'm able to love and care for his daughter. Until then I can offer soulbeats and a letter. Painted inside my music, just wait 'till we see each other."
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