You come yet again with your whispers of forbidden fruit
And my stubborn heart that never seems to learn it’s lesson tingles again.
But then I replay the memories in my head
The highs never worth the lows
And my daydreams never worth the abrupt wake-up calls.
My heart tries to imagine a different you
A more mature you,
The possibility of you.
But until that happens
If that ever happens
I must caution my heart and keep on moving on.