By Arcassin Burnham
Your love for me,
Is not right for me,
I could see our dreams,
floating into little pieces,
You need to be,
Away from me,
I don't want to
The epitome,
of your love that is not right for me,
I don't want you to fight for me,
You're just a memory,
Get off of me,
Your the past to me,
Please understand my plea,
/
No future is upon us nor has God even spoken,
About the ones who made it,
Only a few have been chosen,
I'm talking about the rapture honey,
I'm not a scientist,
If you pay me enough I'll be your personal
Psychiatrist,
are you listening
is there something in your mind
the skies are clearly brightening
love we're running out of time.
Feb 27, 2017
Feb 27, 2017 at 10:11 AM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
Your love for me,
Is not right for me,
I could see our dreams,
floating into little pieces,
You need to be,
Away from me,
I don't want to
The epitome,
of your love that is not right for me,
I don't want you to fight for me,
You're just a memory,
Get off of me,
Your the past to me,
Please understand my plea,
/
No future is upon us nor has God even spoken,
About the ones who made it,
Only a few have been chosen,
I'm talking about the rapture honey,
I'm not a scientist,
If you pay me enough I'll be your personal
Psychiatrist,
are you listening
is there something in your mind
the skies are clearly brightening
love we're running out of time.
©abpoetry2017
http://arcassin.blogspot.com/2017/02/right-for-me-in-my-mind.html
