by Joana Marie
Within the numbered days you made me fall for you.
Within the numbered talks you made me sell my soul to you.
Within the midnight chats, you made me crave for you.
But that was I.
Just the numbered days with your years with her.
I’m just your midnight talk and she’s your wake up call.
I’m your ecstasy and she’s your happy pill.
I’m part of your world but I know, she’s your universe.
That was I, just a spur of the moment.