The door witnessed our last hug,
that night you said you will be back,
and gave the smile that made me spark,
for tomorrow come and leave the dark.

The same door I look at everyday,
waiting the sound of knocking at my door I pray,
that you will come again today,
would it make me dismay?

I don't wanna cry,
thinking how real you are,
touching my cheek that bare,
I blushed and it was suddenly a glare.

Would it be my insane thought,
dreaming your touch so soft,
lay in your arms....ah must be so hot?
God save me from this stupid distraught...