I don’t know why…

I don’t know why,
but I always tend to think about you,
Maybe it’s my habit,
or your absence which makes me screwed.

I don’t know why,
but I always want to listen to you,
Maybe it’s my addiction,
or your voice which sounds so true.

I don’t know why,
but I always want to look at you,
Maybe it’s my strength,
or your beauty which is so absolute.

I don’t know why,
but I always want to hold you,
Maybe it’s my anxiousness,
or your cosy hand which makes a vow.

I don’t know why,
but I always want to sit besides you,
May it’s my possessiveness,
or your fragrance which makes my fuel.. !

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