what i write, is my mood.

untold burden

the way i look myself pretty for you,

here you are, telling me "beautiful, my boo."

the way i tell you that i love you and i want you,

here you are, giving the love and want "i'm yours my boo."

like an empty cup,

you fill me up,

love that always hype me up,

our bonds that tighten up.

why so silent now? please tell me what it is,

did i talk to much? please tell me what it is,

i understood you, you felt exhausted,

i caught off guard, that's why i'm busted.

i look back on the day i told you i was broke,

you broke me, yet, you wasn't surrending,

you keep saying "i love you's" while i'm broke,

you broke me, yet, i wasn't surrending.

me, being a burden sometimes,

burden kept being untold,

my heart won't be in a flat lines,

even when i'm being a burden that is untold.

like an empty cup (my heart is empty),

you fill me up (you gave the kind of love i want),

love that always hype me up (my only drug that's so addictive to taste),

our bonds that tighten up (i'll will never tore my walls that i build for us).

♡♡♡