you take granted
of my existence a bit too much
in your rose-tinted eyes that
always look for the easy way out,
i am far too less, because i am always there,
like the air you breathe, never rare,
the rock that never changes, never bares.
you know i hate that part of you, i really do.
Aug 13, 2024
Aug 13, 2024 at 9:22 AM UTC
you take granted
of my existence a bit too much
in your rose-tinted eyes that
always look for the easy way out,
i am far too less, because i am always there,
like the air you breathe, never rare,
the rock that never changes, never bares.
you know i hate that part of you, i really do.