Drunk Writting
don't love me
I know you want me
but you have to love me
I don't care
But your desire of me is nothing
You have no idea
how much they want me
how much I want you still
from delicate to rough
from eyes to revealed desire
from being to being
I love you more
when they love me
for that is the only time
when I can and I know I can
love anyone
you can't love anyone
as I have loved you
as you have loved me
as much as we can not have each other
anymore
as much as I am me
I am not high
I am just drunk
from missing you
and I am loveable
finally
for I am true
and you
you are not here
when I reach out for you
when I look out
and know that I am still in love
and do not really care of anything anymore
where am I
Maybe, only maybe, it is time to leave
And here is just here and it means
we were
Do not want me please
Do not make this complicated
I am happy for you
And I kick him for no reason
I don't even love him
for I like him as I like stranger that holds my hand
when turbulence hit when I travel west
so do not just want me or parallele think of it
for it is either love or nothing
I know you want me
but you have to love me
I don't care
But your desire of me is nothing
You have no idea
how much they want me
how much I want you still
from delicate to rough
from eyes to revealed desire
from being to being
I love you more
when they love me
for that is the only time
when I can and I know I can
love anyone
you can't love anyone
as I have loved you
as you have loved me
as much as we can not have each other
anymore
as much as I am me
I am not high
I am just drunk
from missing you
and I am loveable
finally
for I am true
and you
you are not here
when I reach out for you
when I look out
and know that I am still in love
and do not really care of anything anymore
where am I
Maybe, only maybe, it is time to leave
And here is just here and it means
we were
Do not want me please
Do not make this complicated
I am happy for you
And I kick him for no reason
I don't even love him
for I like him as I like stranger that holds my hand
when turbulence hit when I travel west
so do not just want me or parallele think of it
for it is either love or nothing
2 Comments:
Wow. You finally have full rss feeds. Wooo.
"I like him as I like stranger that holds my hand when turbulence hit when I travel west"
I guess I'm less romantic - or maybe just a lot older -- than you -- but that's my definition of love.
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