Dear John

Dear John, look at me

I won't tell my friends

Stupid friends and lovers

This look is just another

As tongues and hands

Though is much more than this

Dear John, your case is dark
Room full of summers and springs
Colorful sadness and passion
A happy meaning for deception
That's all your love brings
Which I take very good care

Your bright eyes
Your charming lips
Your sweet cries
Your soft skin
A wonderland

Dear John, tell me
Go take my heart back
It's a fact you're doomed
Slow dancing on the ashes of the room
Listening to what we have not said

Your dark hair

Your red cheeks

Your strong backs

Your soft hips

I long for you to stay here

Surviving in my atmosphere

Wherever you go, you say

For the chase or the embrace

You would be...