You asked me if I loved you,
But I said I didn't.
For it's wrong to love someone out of sympathy.
That isn't love,
It's a transaction.
And I won't swipe a card,
Throw a dollar of nothing,
To something that isn't real.
YOU ARE READING
A Touch of Wonder
PoetryA book of poetry filled with thoughts, experiences, and emotions. "As I walk down the slippery street, My face streaming with tears, The sadness can barely be sustained. But you suddenly kiss away my fears, My dear umbrella in the rain."
