Disguised Craving

/1/
For a freezing night of winter you always cursed at;
A sight you can’t bear to look at;
A soul you can’t help but resist;
A distance you won’t even walk a mile for;
She isn’t worth any

As the flowers bloom
And the summer air breezing through your room
You praise highly the sunshine
Couldn’t wait to dive in the ocean
Yet you found her as a sour hot lime
Nothing to cure your sweaty daytime
To you, she just don’t have any rhyme

Between the old cracked vases
where you put your red roses
The crisp of cold
you craved every time your skin is gold
The full moon which you waited
among a galaxy of stars you counted
She is that
She is it
She fits
She is all you need

/2/
As painful as she is burned
As deep as she is buried
As hard as she tries to keep her eyes closed,
she stayed

Fed by your disguised craving,
She consists nothing

Too empty to run
Too empty to be around

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Once upon every night

I misread the map and forget to say But you brushed it with “it’s okay, I prefer we took the long way” You smiled and let the music play How can you avoiding the right turn Makes my stomach burn Maybe it’s because the wheel speed doesn’t really match my heartbeat The one goes slow, the other one is overflow All we do is screaming out To the old song you like Our voice is tone deaf and sounds horrible At the moment I realized that my feeling is in trouble I cursed at the crowded street That you seemed to enjoy every bit It’s the way that you never think twice To not let me be alone under the night lights Maybe it gives me shiver More than the way you open the door Or bringing close my dinner Now you ended up being more than a blur

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It's About Time, Bil

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