You make me feel
the way no one else has
to me before
i know,
i know,
corny as it is,
its so surreal in my own mind.
i still strive,
yern,
to understand the feeling of love,
because
those whom not you
well...
not the sunniest day it was...
tears of pouring rain,
aching sorrow thy thunder.
and i contain it within only of myself
the pain...
It's weird though
isn't it?
with you i am worry-free
but as my mind begins to wander
shame, dishonor, disgracefulness and disappointment
overfilled my heart's ability
to withstand
and as i break down
more and more,
again and again once more,
it only gets worse
and once then,
i fear my loss of you
to never be acquainted once ever again...
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