madpoe317

Love On Hold

Thinking about love, yet destination unknown
The pain and nail biting of uncertainty
Could make one want to groan.

But when I think about her flowers
Or the hours I know
I could describe her lips in layers
And how her smile glows.
How my feelings and my skin
Feel electric every time she shows.

So I bite my tounge and wait.
Try not to think out of line
Letting feelings debate.
But your killing me smalls
I need a sign, a signal or any
Kind of sight that you see this is fate.
Cause sitting in silence when my love is on hold
is not one of my better traits.