I wanted you for myself.
All the time. With me always.
God knows best.
This river flowing within runs deep.
These feelings are lasting and can never be wasted.
God knows best.
The hurt that would follow I’m sure would be unrepairable.
I’m tired.
Frustrated.
A little angry too.
I wanted you for myself.
All the time.
With me always..
But, God knows best.