I've been becoming restive lately
Depriving my sleep because of you
Can't get you out of my head baby
Even if my thoughts are out of view
Not sure if you know how much I feel
When you say those words I want to hear
Sweet, secure, and surely ideal
They make myself wanna squeal, my dear
When the clock exactly strikes at two
That is when my mind will activate
Imaginations want to be true
Like there is no way out to escape
I'm haunted by your sense of humor
When you make our theme interesting
Yet you ask me to be your tutor
Just to have our own random mingling
You said that we can't focus that well
For you'll just stare at my pretty face
Pinch my blushing cheeks so I would yell
Until sun brings me back in the daze
-A ❣
BINABASA MO ANG
Strings of Nostalgia
Poetrysentimentalizing about being wrapped up in the painful yet beautiful reality of the past