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I thought of you
I was thine
I thought again, and cried
Because you weren’t mine
 
Not in a way, I desire
No you are not, consumed by this fire
I’d rather you not love me, ever
It is better to be loved wholly, or never
No I wish not to live, a pale imitation of it
That will kill me every day, bit by bit
Teasing me, with what could have been
Not just a wretched lie, or a passing dream

 

 

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