Love story (9)

My night is getting late

I'm just friends with lonely

My anxiety is tucked deep

There is a burning longing

Loneliness in my heart started to burn

Anxious about your absence

Miss your presence

Anxiously waiting for your arrival

Your image torments me in my frame

Are you coming

My anxiety is burning

Hope all of that is just prejudice, dear love

Can you feel what I feel now

So lost without you

When the sun had started to sink

I also saw your smile beside me

I can't even blink when I look into your eyes

Because, to me your eyes are perfect

And that day I have felt the soft pulse of your pulse

Even the loud beat of your heart

Your breath really smells good

And now

I will make everything about you a beautiful story before I sleep

I will make a shadow of longing every time before I fall asleep