Nights like this...

I look at the phone in deep thoughts of your thoughts

Praying that one day my thought could be your thoughts 

One accord like a musician with wicked chords as I absorb the pain inside my mind

But there is a intuition that seeps in the dark room like a tomb but

I’m in tune with the energy given 

I mean my soul wants you and my heart well it’s pending 

Now your sending me the same signals as before but it’s hidden

and if the love you feel no more is given

my heart might be broken but God knows my limit!!!