This morning,
She broke in my arms,
To know she has depression like me,
I'm sorry my dear,
That I have failed you along with the rest,
But I love you and we will get through this together doll,
I was held back too,
And you wont be hated,
It happens,
I love you..
And we can fight through the hell together,
I will always hold you like I did this morning,
When we cry together..

i'm telling you.
the clouds were meant for the ground.
but they hung themselves.

i dont think that 'i love him',
but i feel drawn to his essence
my soul feels it, down to the core
he means something,
maybe not just yet
we fooled around awhile ago,
but it stopped
and now?
i lust,
and i feel
not 'love'
but drawn