i'm biting words
to not disturb
or disrupt this kind
but i know my words and thoughts shouldnt stay trapped in my mind,
time is endless when we talk and i love her figure,
but then again time stops and expand when her attitude plays a member,
in our so call romance or friendship,
alot of things we dont get,
how sometimes they are not enought words to be sweet, but we speak books in arguements,
maybe our love is tainted,
but how if we painted it,
our troubles are built on different opinions,
at first we were one in together, now we're in different diminsions,
seeking destruction, because letters has become our way to talk,
blaming me for things that was never my fault,
we agree to time and space,
i just want her to be in a comfortable place
and hope that our memories will never be erased
and our name in each other's mouth wouldnt be sour to tha taste,
she says she doesnt want her heart broken
and i dont want to babysit a heart that's immaturely provoking,
pushing my buttons
to test my resemblance and limits,
maybe i messed up for talking to others,
not doing enough in this pair of lovers,
but i thought i was perfect,
treating her right and working it,
it's not always about tha skills and experience,
it's how much heart you put into it