Everyone drinks from me,
They drain me till nothing is left.
They don't leave a single drop of loyalty
But I guess they just want what's best.
But do they ever think
How thirsty I could be?
So much that I'm on the brink
Of falling down on my knee.
But how could I say no
When they keep asking,
But they probably don't know
My thirst that I'm masking.
They have thirst to quench too
But so do I,
I can't cause all of them to be blue
So for them I forget my desires and fly high.
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A Whole Another Mood
Thơ caSome poems I write when I'm in a whole another Mood and confused and question my existence (among some other things).
