There you are, on the bed, sleeping pretty.
Exposing your arm and neck as I view from the balcony.
But I do not feel anything anymore.
Your lavender scent arouses me no more.
The vows were renewed a while ago,
But not the love I lost a long time ago.
Two decades because darling I tried.
I said I love you still, but darling, I lied.
I slipped back under the soft sheets to cover you.
That way, I show respect to the lust that had due.
Even if you still show that cherry circle chest.
I will still see you as somebody else.
I lay there facing your plump lips and closed eyes.
And another sleepless night will be the price.
Then I ask myself when will I drop my disguise?
When will I stop telling you these lies?
Seems that the signs aren’t coming to your senses.
Because I can still feel the warmth of your kisses.
And your hand’s way of subtle touches.
Despite your grand gestures, I care less.
All I can do now is face the other way.
While you sleep thinking were still okay.
Not sure if after another decade I’ll still hide.
Keeping myself to tell you darling I lied.
Your spontaneous night hug is comfortable,
But you are not the one I’m looking for.
Causing my heart and mind to rumble.
Are you even worth fighting for?
Darling, darling, darling I lied.
Every night, constant chanting in my head.
Those words will never get tired,
Until someone else join me on the bed
