Desire

I miss those times when I share stories to you
Spending the whole day like the way we used to
But things gone wrong when you started composing a ballyhoo,
How I wish it wasn't about me and you.

I don't care what those bitches say about me,
It's just my mind rewinding the old box of memory.
Nobody knows what I feel,
It's just you that makes me surreal.

You know I want to travel the world with you,
Sing our favorite songs and forget the rue,
How I wish you were with me fighting against this blue,
And read this poem that I wrote just for you.