Anticipating'

Red flush, betrayed notion,

And everybody wonders how it feels to be loved by you?

My face must have grown beautiful but wait for a little more...

Rose crush, forming blush;

Dreaming places realizing that reality hates you so much more,

Just like Gold Rush...

Skies are sinkin' in the ocean just as you bloomed up the specific tension,

And her sophisticated words keep fascinating me just like a caught up potion;

Callin' it a dysphorial aubade...

Talkin' tongue is creepin' in your body just like hauntings of an invisible ghost;

Like cravin' attention,

Screamin' in your skin, blind lush;

The thing you have never seen gives you hope...

Attiring your wants in unpredictable needs,

Just like blaming a person with a odd guess...

Fine taste, hard fame;

Attracting you so much lame...

 And I don't want people to make me cry, smile, act like they are me...

But love is a pure poison;

Affecting me in doubled vision;

Fades on the grip of synthesizing,

And you have never seen me like this...

Anticipating my face in a real touch,

Eager testing my desire again and again...