i sit alone in silence, in the corner of my empty room
looking up at the moon through the clear window.
i don't see the moon, i see you instead.
your memories crawling its way back into my mind.
i can't help but wonder if you're glancing at the moon too
and thinking about me just the way i'm thinking about you.
this silence is painful and i feel like it's killing me alive.
all i hear is my heart drumming in my chest, wishing and yearning to see you again.
longing to hear you tell me that your heart aches to be with me again.
longing to hear you tell me that your fingers miss being entwined with mine.
longing to hear you tell me that you miss my head against your naked chest.
longing to hear you tell me that you miss my lipstick stains on your cheeks.
longing for you, my love, to tell me that you walk alone in the streets we used to roam together, trying to relive our memories.
tell me my love, that you wait at the french cafe, with two coffee cups
your eyes fixated on the door waiting and hoping that i'll walk in.
tell me that you miss my tainted lips on yours.
tell me that you miss my random musings,
tell me that the love birds in your garden still sing my name.
tell me that the fragrance of my love still lingers in your mind.
tell me, my love, that i'm your sweet pain, your favourite mistake.