I feel this weird attraction,
I want to be the centre of your attention,
I know I met you in a prison,
And maybe you are not the right person,
To feel this love for,
Though life is just a metaphor.
But reality isn't sweet, it's bitter,
I know there is someone better,
I can't help but be your admirer,
I know it's not right,
I will have to put up a fight,
Where everything seems reasonable,
Byr those reasons become unreasonable,
Our mind unstable with thoughts,
And our judgement clouded with love.
I know it's not the time to confess,
But it's a feeling I can't regress,
I want some progress,
In a love we won't regret.
I know people deem it wrong,
But didn't they always want to be strong,
They go against love,
They fight against care,
I know I met you in a prison,
But does that really make you a bad person?
I don't care about any ritual,
As long as our love is mutual,
The feelings reciprocal,
We will break the protocol.
I wanna be your centre of attention,
I wanna be a perfection,
Because of the weird attraction,
I will acception all the detention,
I wanna be your distraction,
I wanna bring out your strong reaction,
From just a sweet simple action.
I wanna fall in love you,
Even more than I already do,
Let's show our love, my prison boy,
It's not wrong,
Even with the person I met in a prison,
I'm still that person,
He met in a prison.
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