Burning In Love & Single

Night after night I thought about her. The way that she would greet me. She would say so softly, "Hi handsome." Then she would give me a hug that I never wanted to end. I remember very vividly the last time we talked. We didn't argue she just had needs and I was unable to provide them. Now I sit here in front of my computer and I think about. I make up scenarios where she and I are together, and she is the mother of my children.

My life consists of waking, working and coming home to dream about her. Most times I lay in my bed and pretend she is there next to me. No matter who I was with she was my secret dream girl that I kept on dreaming about. The first time I met her it was on set of some random show for television. And while I put aside my feeling the truth is I cannot and do not want to stop dreaming about her.

January 15th, I decided to look her up. I had done this before but with no success. However, tonight was different there was something electrifying in the night air. It was about 3 AM and I was in between editing videos and making music when suddenly I began to think about her. The feeling was so strong I couldn't just ignore it. So, I stopped everything and began to search for her again. So, I went to my old social media spot Myspace and suddenly as if by magic there she was. Still modeling and still beautiful.

My heart began to pound. It was as if I had received a prize. I was about to message her since she was the imaginary love of my life. But something told me to do a little more investigating and so that is what I did. To my surprise she was married. She was married to someone who didn’t look anything like me. She was a business owner and she was flourishing. Then and only then was I able to get past my desire to dream about her. I was pissed the hell off. I couldn’t believe she was married and the painful and necessary truth of the matter is she wasn’t thinking about me. So, it was my turn to stop thinking about her and respect the situation.

Burning!

I cannot, I will not accept that you are not the one for me.

You are my butterfly the only thing to hold my reality.

I dream of kissing your lips holding you close as can be.

I would give up all these things I have just to have you next to me.

Burning, burning, burning the world keeps turning turning turning

For your love I am yearning, yearning and still yearning.

Remember when you would hug me so tight I couldn’t breathe.

Remember when you would speak so soft to me.

Remember you wanted to watch a movie,

that was different from what I wanted to see.

I regret not taking you where you wanted to go.

I regret not loving you just a little mo’.

I regret you head is not on my pillow.

I regret just not being your love, but I have to let this fake love go.

Burning, burning, burning the world keeps turning turning turning

For your love I am yearning, yearning and still yearning.

You were my butterfly, you were my black butterfly,

How could a love that did not exist just die?

Why are you married to him tears are running down my eyes?

Burning, burning, burning the world keeps turning turning turning

For your love I am yearning, yearning and still yearning.