This love for you is not confusing,
But the puddles are, but not really lasting;
‘’hold me’’, ‘’I won’t let you fall’’
‘’I love you’’, ‘’Your hex can make me stall’',
Afraid to betray you or to even lose,
Like in a waiting room, my love on it I fuse.
I feel the need of desperation;
don’t need the need of competition.
He’s making me ache,
on the feeling that I know is fake.
You’re loving me blind.
My tears you can’t find.
I’m not alone;
your sweetness of our picture of being poor.
I knew I only loved you for you.
To me this was like my test from me to you,
Because I always had struggles with temptation,
Now I’m sure my past could never compare to this sensation.