From behind those dark eyes,
Exuding raw sexuality and torn up dreams,
Unsaid pain and lustful illusions – you
Smile at me, crooked white teeth and need for love.
You tell me things no one has ever said to me before
And act all casual and cool, as if in no way my
Presence ever changed your next thought.
Terrified and in need, I barely dare to look you in the eye
And keep fixating on your lips while you talk
As once I read that turns all women on.
I can’t help but notice the feeling of guilt, sensually
Encircling itself around my memories of the 7
Years of lust, while I clumsily try and reach for your hand.
You push me away, show me whiteness again, in a
Blissful smile that turns my world upside down once again.
I remember your eyes, I grin at the image of your hands,
Stuck deep in my mind; I wish I could rewind the years and
Meet you again, with clearer thoughts and less desperate desire.
The lust for life that he once sang about suddenly gets a new meaning.
I never understood your signs, but I can hardly keep myself
From throwing you down on the crisp sheets and loving
Every little inch of skin, soft cover over your deranged self.
there's someone in my head - but it's not me 