Wrong Love, Right Love

by Ana   Sep 25, 2008


I keep telling myself that he's not worth it
That this pain I feel is better of dead
But then I'm lost in all our memories
Missing every sweet thing that he's said

It's driving me crazy, completely insane
As I'm still waiting for our kiss in the rain
I deserve better, I know that I do
But the fact still remains; Baby, I love you

I keep telling myself that he's a liar
And all of his words are no colder than snow
But then he smiles and it's something divine
And I need him and want him; that I do know

So come let me love his pain and his fear
That I would love death and his presence grow dear
Come let me kiss him as his new pronounced wife
And then let me die in the safety of his life

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