It doesn't matter
what I think
You're going to do
what you want to do
anyway...
You didn't ask me,
again...
Am I angry? you ask...
I don't even know what that means
What I feel is deeper,
more severe.
We're blood you and I.
It doesn't get any thicker than us.
You're all I have, and I'm all you have...
Is it enough?
I wish you would love yourself
the way that I love you.
Then you wouldn't feel the need
to settle for less.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment