I wonder if you wonder like I do?
I wonder if you ponder like I do.
I imagine many things, circumstances and possibilities and then I realize that my imagination cant get the best of me, take the best of me.
I don't like feeling unwanted, my insecurites take over and I drive myself in circles with what ifs, and how abouts?
Why dont you look at me like before?
I wait for your cue and I wait again....my longing to be touched by you, held and kissed by you, saddens me, maddens me?
When will we meet again?