My heart races when I think of you.

In your eyes, I see who I want you to be.

In your arms, I picture me there.

My heart sees what it wants to see.

Seeing you're not real, it pounds anyway.

Out of instinct, want and need.

I remind it that you don't care.

You only have love to take.

With nothing to give in return,

My heart doesn't care.

It just wants and want...

Read and leave comments (0)