i know i shouldn'ti know 'us' is a dreami know what they say about youi know what YOU say about YOUi know that you know that i shouldn'tYet i want toi want it so bad my thinking hurtsmy heart and my brain are in constant argumentthe former says 'take a risk'the latter argues 'don't even think about it'and you argue, with a smile, 'listen to your heart'amidst this chaos, all i can see is the dimple on your cheekall i can hear is the soft wind in your voiceall i can feelis the ripple that your touch sends down my spinebut still,should i?
No comments:
Post a Comment