Thinking of you is a funny thing
My heart skips a beat, just for a bit
For a second? A millisecond, maybe?
But sure feels like I was going to die
From the thoughts that has been keeping me alive
Funny, isn't it?
Longing for you is a funny thing
Time takes pleasure in wounding me each day
Slowly but surely, I will be dead
But it is the yearning that brings you to me
And for that I will survive this wait
Funny, isn't it?
Recalling your words is a funny thing
I'll remember even the silliest thing you said
Your whispers and sighs, your teases and pleas
And how you left me spent and breathless
Each time you awaken my senses
Funny, isn't it?
I don't know how it's possible
For me to be alive and dying at the same time
What did you do to me?
Loving you is one endless suicide
=TheUnintended=
9 May 2011
