Jan 2020
Still want Love and
Someone to depend on it
Tread through trenches
Tell them I sent for them
Then died for it
'Cause I perished my love
When I was caught in the crossfires
of the endless ache that it brings
Someone to depend on it
Tread through trenches
Tell them I sent for them
Then died for it
'Cause I perished my love
When I was caught in the crossfires
of the endless ache that it brings
I'm rusty I won't lie.
Is it still poetry if all you write about is feeling unworthy of love because your idea of love is still adolescent in nature? Probably.
Is it still poetry if all you write about is feeling unworthy of love because your idea of love is still adolescent in nature? Probably.
