The love I have for you is being exposed.
Such tender red in my center chest,
Hoping for your love one day yet I know the maximum chance for that to exist...is..Zero.
I know my attitudes been under the weather,
hid under a birds feather, I just really can't act no better.
The manipulations you cause, gives my heart beat a skip and two pauses.
My hearts being depleted, the memories of me and you are too much, some gets reminisced and others deleted.
The amount of loving this heart had to offer, was a handful of pure love.
Feared of being denied, made me yearn for more, but I just couldn't give up even as I agonized.
Something about that love, my own special drug.
In this lost love, I wonder if there will ever be a me and you.
