Sometimes, somehow
They probably wouldn't understand why.
Why I like it - our embraces, our brief moment in time together. There, I said it.
And sometimes, somehow... I want more time, enclosed in you.
Those seemingly small moments that immensely affects me in a way that I get surprised, warm and comfortable - even for a short while.
And sometimes, somehow... I think that there could be more.
I know I should put my guard up, But my walls have been standing far too long That cracks appeared. You emerge from the fractures of my faulty wall And I'm not complaining anymore.
Funny thing is, I don't exactly understand it, too. But what I'm sure about is I like it.
And sometimes, somehow... I like to take a chance. With you. With us.









