My glass will be half full
half empty 'til
one day when I spill my last
drop wasted
not on tenderness nor on
battlegrounds
I will succumb with a broken heart
numb
from the frequency I have spilled
my need
to only have my gratuities
taken
for granted or weakness
by those I tried
to love.
Feb 7, 2015
Feb 7, 2015 at 5:01 PM UTC
My glass will be half full
half empty 'til
one day when I spill my last
drop wasted
not on tenderness nor on
battlegrounds
I will succumb with a broken heart
numb
from the frequency I have spilled
my need
to only have my gratuities
taken
for granted or weakness
by those I tried
to love.