Our biggest failing wasn't our differences
Merely our perceptions
I am all that is hope
You are all that is stripped of it.
When I raise my glass you knock it from my hands.
As it clatters and bouncers off the floor, I wonder...
Should I retrieve it?
But ofcourse I do.
I try and let it all go, go on spin along with this little hurricane
I am ever dutiful
Loyal to all that I hold dear
An image framed in lace
Worn heels and dried flowers
But yet again it seems you don't want what I want
You tell me like it is
The truth of it stings
I don't know what to say other than I don't like it.
It hurts more than I'll ever let on.