Yet there was never one I wrote for myself
I could attribute this to an absence of my self-worth
For I had set my worth tied to your desire of having me
When the aging moon, rises every night
And the darkness of the beach consumes the rising tide
Know You overwhelm me, know you are still my heart's desire
I have loved you endlessly, and will do so till I die
Here is another verse, that I have tried to write
It turned to be about your absence in my life
I wished it to be about my own self this time
Yet my longing for you seems to find me, where I hide
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