Yesterday, today, and maybe forever

You always describe the way you feel something when I do things or being myself

Yet it doesn't touch my soul.

I love you when we're tangling but is it love, or lust?

I love you in our adventure and I get to see or learn new things

So how do I define my feelings for you?

I'm sorry that sometimes I lost in my thoughts when you open up and tell me about yourself

I'm sorry that sometimes I pretty much believe that you're just in love with the idea of me

A person you constructed in your head that you think you know very well

Can we still call it love?

I still feel lonely almost all the time

Even when we hold hands or hug each other no matter how tight

Your love bursts and fly around me, dancing in the air

It grows beautifully I can see it in the spark of your eyes

It's warm, I can feel it. I'm happy to see how alive one can be

That's a blessing you got that I can only envy

For mine still remains the same

Yesterday, today, and maybe forever.

I belong somewhere else, not in this life.

As of love existing in this world, I never get to understand

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