wish I could run into your arms, not scarred by your philandering
but should I be longing for this?
wish I could be intoxicated at your lips, not caring about imperfections
but should I ignore your vices?
wish I could demand comfort on your chest, with no worry of confusions
but should I be blind to your indifference?
wish I could melt in your love, with no ache about repercussion
but should I hold on to those few moments of lies?
wish there was a better version of you, for me to celebrate
but, I fear that is more than a fair prayer...
