What am I to you?
Whatever you want to be
Do you like to be use?
Only if it's you
Do you love or desiree me?
What hurts you less
Whatever happen to loving?
Loving ...
It only happens if you're lucky
People take whatever they can get,honey
Could you just rip my lungs out?
Leave me suffocating
Waiting to drop
I swear it would have hurt less but,
Now here I am, Numb.
YOU ARE READING
A Flowing Course
PoetryMy thoughts are like river A never ending course Strong And full of deep water Beware of the tide We don't want you to die
