I never feel compelled to write when things are well.
Only when I'm being dragged though hell.
The fights and tears...we're always clashing.
The kisses and love...I'd rather have passion .
One day you'll love yourself like I loved you,
I wish I could wait for that but I refuse.
Oct 23, 2015
Oct 23, 2015 at 1:53 AM UTC
I never feel compelled to write when things are well.
Only when I'm being dragged though hell.
The fights and tears...we're always clashing.
The kisses and love...I'd rather have passion .
One day you'll love yourself like I loved you,
I wish I could wait for that but I refuse.
