But You Are Not Even Mine.

Last night, we lay on bed
You were holding my hands.
Sharing same blanket.
I can feel you breathing.
I was staring at the ceiling, wondering if you have any idea of what i am feeling.
Spending the best Bedtime with the guy who means so much to me
I don't know how it happened, was that a dream, again?
I don't want to fall asleep,
All i want is to look in his eyes.
That was not the place i expected to end up,

And it is not with Him i expected to be with after sundown and before sunrise.

'twas 'round 3am and we both are still awake,
We play like we're bothers and sisters at home.
And there goes again our mean talks.
I love our pointless conversations, they don't make a lot of sense though,
but they mean everything to me.
tear forms on my eyes, and i am trying to fight it back.
Nothing, I am just happy we're together, once more.

Little later, i fell asleep. We both do.
I woke up facing the window, I can see the ray of the sun, as if shinning for us.
I can still feel him, breathing, sleeping behind me.
And I was like "Boy, you give me everything just by breathing"
And I whisper a morning prayer while i am holding his left warm palm with mine.
I somehow thank God for waking up with Him, hand in hand.
And I feel it better when he's around, i wish we'd stay, like this.

We started fixing ourselves 'cause we have to go.
My mind scares me every time. I mean, Every second I'm with him
would add the pain I am going to suffer later.
because He is not even Mine.