I know you hate it when I say “it’s PMS”.
But hear me out, as childish as I might be.
As annoying as my mood swings are.

p/s: this is actually quite a specific dedication to a certain dear boy of mine, so if you’re not up for an intimate post, you’ve been warned. =)

Huge loads were taken off my back this evening – away to somewhere unknown.
Not to your shoulders, hopefully?
I really do hope I didn’t scare you with all the serious stuff.

Then I got thinking about ‘our’ drink.
Thanks to my blabbing about drinking to my bestfriend about 20 mintues ago.
I can’t believe we have a drink to call it ours.

Well, it’s the bartender’s, really.
But only we know. We.
Pretty sneaky and sleek at the same time, don’t you think?

I don’t know if I want to dance all my dances with you
Or sing all my songs with you
Or have our songs to last a lifetime
Or to see you around the corner of my eye till my last day

But I do know that I want to dance with you
I want to sing with you
Have songs that we can both smile at
Just for now

It’s not that I want you
Not to say, but if you only knew
How easy it would be to show me
How you feel

More than words
Is all you have to do
To make it real
Then you wouldn’t have to say
That you love me
Cause I’d already know

Someday we’ll know…