The bubbles rise up, into the unburdened sky

I, unlike them, stare, too keen to fly

Looking down at the possibility

Of you and me

 

The dark silhouette of your love, dissolves with every sigh i release,

Somehow,

This vacant seat beside me,

Is occupied with the bricks, i built to keep you out

But the ghost of my desires,

Still haunt me, in doubt

 

Will you, or won’t you

Turn around,

Will you, or won’t you

Unchain me from the shackles of this longing ground?