You've got a cute face. A child-like face.
And I can't help but to treat you like a kid.
It's funny though, 'cause you're older than me. But I'm sure you don't mind.
You seem like a child to me. Like a kid I need and want to protect.
You may wonder why and the truth is I don't know. You know I've never been good with words.
I miss that face. That cute child-like face. I haven't seen it for a while and I miss it. You know I've been busy with other stuff lately and you're always busy.
And it's that face that brings me home. To a warm one.
And I wish that, maybe, maybe you liked my face too. Maybe you can't help but to treat me like a child because, in the end, I'm younger than you. I wish maybe you'd want to protect me too.
I wish my face was your home.
In fact, I wish I was your home.
Maybe. Who knows.
(previously posted on June 13th, 2012)
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