Time after time,
I might love you,
Until the time I let go:
Until I die.
Will it be OK when I can't feel my heart anymore?
Could I still love the harsh cries,
The deadly, lovely words
Meant for you?
Would you call it love
If I wrote you
A thousand poems?
Were we meant to be
Tonight,
Alone with only our thoughts
And the knowledge
We did it the same as yesterday?
I can't take anymore.
Jun 23, 2014
Jun 23, 2014 at 3:55 PM UTC
Time after time,
I might love you,
Until the time I let go:
Until I die.
Will it be OK when I can't feel my heart anymore?
Could I still love the harsh cries,
The deadly, lovely words
Meant for you?
Would you call it love
If I wrote you
A thousand poems?
Were we meant to be
Tonight,
Alone with only our thoughts
And the knowledge
We did it the same as yesterday?
I can't take anymore.
Feazings Definition: An unraveled rope end
