my eyelids weak
thoughts of our joy,
our final peak
they fill my head
and i feel cheap
as i sit through your attempt,
your half-hearted speech
those fights, they made me sick
and now i'm alone to sit
because you left it all to me
to go through all this lonely shit
but anger is fleeting
and sunny days inspire
when there's laughter to be had
and an object to admire
still, i'll wait for you
until the goddamn end
though my current point of view
you may not comprehend
the bottom line is
(and all you really need to see)
that i forever will and still
care for you more than you could dream
I wrote this earlier this month. I guess it's about love and stuff.
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