Drawning Words

I look at you
Wishing you think of me too,
I’m seeing you with him,
Hugging and kissing him,
Then I realise, it’s too late
To change our fate.

My hope starts fading,
I’m tired to be sitting where, waiting
For our last dance
And spend my last chance
To reach you in your skies
That can’t be seen with my own eyes.

Because you think I’m too young
And my passion for you it won’t last long
But that isn’t true
And I’ll prove that I really love you,
I’ll fight against any nightmare with my swords
Made of your kisses and drawing words.

You taught me how to love
And why do I love,
But you forget that I keep thinking about you day and night,
I try to sleep but it’s hard when my love for you is so tight
To put out of my mind whenever I desire,
Passion is a trivial flame but you’re my fire.

I’m part of your past,

A past that was too fast
To make part on the history of your life,
I wanted you to be my wife
But you turn back to me

And put my heart in a shelf where anyone can see.