There is nothing for me here,
not love, not happiness, and not magic.
Three words that mean all the same.
I slowly lose touch with reality wondering if it will ever come back.
I just sit there and watch as i lose everything I love all because i don't know what to do.
Am i not enough for?
Do i not give you the love you need?
Is it that i am just an empty shell, with nothing inside of me?
My life is not a bed of roses,
it is more so a tangled bush of thorns.
I puncture those around me, and keep away the hordes.
You managed to work your way around it and open up a fragile heart.
You took away the wounds, and cleaned out the blood,
you mended a broken person.
My life is at a halt, a knot made by fate,
which brought us to this place.
I sit by daily awaiting your call,
wondering always...when will i just fall.
I struggle to go on because you give me the strength i need,
you nourish me with the soul that i plead for.
Now a question for you my dear, one that comes from my newly found heart...
i love you, but will you love me too?
