Something in me breaks away,
When you say,
"It's fine,"
Instead of,
"It's okay."
Not from how it sounds,
At least,
It wasn't.
But you told me long ago,
"When I say it's fine,
It's not."
So are we playing games,
Are we chasing wild geese,
I beg you to communicate,
Yet you say,
"Read my mind."
I can't, not the way you want me too,
I love you, I need to,
More than anything.
So are we,
fine.
Or are we,
Okay
Jun 1, 2025
Jun 1, 2025 at 5:49 PM UTC
Something in me breaks away,
When you say,
"It's fine,"
Instead of,
"It's okay."
Not from how it sounds,
At least,
It wasn't.
But you told me long ago,
"When I say it's fine,
It's not."
So are we playing games,
Are we chasing wild geese,
I beg you to communicate,
Yet you say,
"Read my mind."
I can't, not the way you want me too,
I love you, I need to,
More than anything.
So are we,
fine.
Or are we,
Okay
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