I wonder if I know I can't change him
I repeat it to myself
"He cannot be changed.
This is who he is.
He will not change for me."
But I wonder if I really know
I find myself hoping
that my lips will open his eyes
and my body will free his spirt
and my words will change his mind
That is not love
I want to hold your mind in my heart
and love your actions as much as your words
and breathe in your spirit
without it burning my tar filled lungs
I'm not sure I know how to do that
yet
Feb 9, 2014
Feb 9, 2014 at 5:07 AM UTC
I wonder if I know I can't change him
I repeat it to myself
"He cannot be changed.
This is who he is.
He will not change for me."
But I wonder if I really know
I find myself hoping
that my lips will open his eyes
and my body will free his spirt
and my words will change his mind
That is not love
I want to hold your mind in my heart
and love your actions as much as your words
and breathe in your spirit
without it burning my tar filled lungs
I'm not sure I know how to do that
yet
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