I didn't find you attractive at first.
I thought you were gay; I hope you're really not.
I'm not sure when it started;
I just woke up one morning realizing how happy I am when I'm with you.
I suddenly find myself smiling.
Out of the blue, I catch myself thinking of you;
I feel my face blushing when your name is mentioned.
I don't understand where the pain comes from when they match you with another woman.
I don't know why it hurts.
After quite some time, I again start listening to love songs.
Again, I hear myself singing those songs.
How many times do I have to feel this?
How many times should I need to be hurt to finally find the one?
At the back of my mind, I'm hoping that it's you already.
I'm praying.
I thought you were gay; I hope you're really not.
I'm not sure when it started;
I just woke up one morning realizing how happy I am when I'm with you.
I suddenly find myself smiling.
Out of the blue, I catch myself thinking of you;
I feel my face blushing when your name is mentioned.
I don't understand where the pain comes from when they match you with another woman.
I don't know why it hurts.
After quite some time, I again start listening to love songs.
Again, I hear myself singing those songs.
How many times do I have to feel this?
How many times should I need to be hurt to finally find the one?
At the back of my mind, I'm hoping that it's you already.
I'm praying.
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