It should have being You'

The last sip of my coffee,

I took and ideas are popping out of my mind just like skies appearing blue...

I wondered have I ever kept quiet for the worthless words of the worthy worth calling upon the view of deja vu...?

Whispers of her words in my hears;

Telling, all my love was a lie,

So you creep out the presque desire of my wonder;

And everybody likes the words I say but still feels like I'm not being heard...

Hmm, hmm I'm making the same mistake again...

So take me out of this balcony,

Pampering the tremble of my hideous end,

Oh, its coming...?

And I'm being obsessed with that song as if I sang it;

Couldn't focus in the class so I'm writing this across...

If I could speak in other faces...

Blue noon in front of my eyes like fancy words fantasizing the fantasy, feels so fine...

So hold your eyes upon me falling for the glamour gleam,

And wish to not go back over,

Going further and further over,

Dear reader, I'll always be yours...

Since it should have being you'...