Wednesday, February 17, 2016

When...

When we have finally met,
I hope He'd give me that sudden longing,
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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