Hold me with your stare, dreaming of all that could be.
Shove me back with your words, answering questions that are left to my hollow head.
I wish you could have so much more than little old me in the end.
My broken heart is so defeated, it might break with one bend.
Be careful with it then, don't play with my emotions and discourage me so easily.
Tell me that you love me if you do today.
I want to hear you say I'm yours, please darling, set me free.
Don't take my soul, leaving it to rot and decay.
Your broken glare, will you leave it to gaze upon another?
Hushed whispers can make the heaviest burden feel unbearable.
Wondering, and closing upon my breaking point, you leave me to smother.
This gruesome plague of love you hold against me is seemingly wearable.
