I ask you if you leave or are left because I want to do what is right for both of us forever crossed in drunken reverie. My love is constant for when I am not. My spirit is free for when I am here. My mind is always reaching for you so please listen. I am not one to stay when there is nothing left for me.
stupid love poem. let me ask you a question; are you one to leave or be left? We all do both but we lean towards one or the other. I usually never stay, people need to learn to let go but somehow I'm stuck.