How could you not see what was put in front of you,
You choose to be blind to disregard what is true,
For it seems I am nothing but a toy for your pleasure,
You never opened up your love your golden treasure,
Now to this day you wonder why I'm so cold,
Is because my love is forever on withhold.
May 15, 2012
May 15, 2012 at 5:18 PM UTC
How could you not see what was put in front of you,
You choose to be blind to disregard what is true,
For it seems I am nothing but a toy for your pleasure,
You never opened up your love your golden treasure,
Now to this day you wonder why I'm so cold,
Is because my love is forever on withhold.