Now until my last moment, my last thought, my last breath I will think of you
I will childishly depend on those days, weeks and months to blanket that sharp sting I feel when you enter my imagination.
I got it bad for you and that ain't good. Why can't I get rid of you? This aching deep inside of me I have felt for no other. Am i doomed forever to yearn for someone who will never understand my tortured soul?
This fever that quickens my pulse will not last forever. My longing to kiss you and breathe you and taste the dizzying scent of your skin will eventually fade.
Another hurricane will roar up and spin me around and around and around. And when we are alone and my thoughts drift to you, hopefully she will not ask me what am I thinking...
Hopefully, I will not have to tell a lie to spare her feelings. Hopefully, I will not tell her: about your smile that freed me from my darkest place, your lips i so fantasize to kiss, your eyes that made me believe in miracles, your face that will haunt me every second of my life...
So help me, every time I wish I never met you, it's a prayer I hope God never answers...