My heart, aching.
Filled with desire, Breaking
Some days I can't stop thinking.
My anxiety starts peaking,
And my RLS is triggered, so my legs just won't stop, shaking.
But trust It's not what you are thinking, it's not because I wanna die, or because I always cry.
It's all because I'll miss you till the heart beats out of time, but the beats will for ever rhyme with yours.
There's a spot in my heart I named eternally yours,
In that spot is that ghost of yours,
Till we get to hold each...