All you give me
Is high and low.
But you don't see.
How can I let you know?
When you love me
It burns like fire
Giving me the 3rd degree.
Building a pyre?
But it can also give
Such warmth
That I always forgive
So I follow you like north.
You're there
Like family,
You care
Until calamity.
Then we disagree
Next you attack
And won't listen to me
Saying things you can't take back.
Now your love is back
You care once again.
But there's now this crack.
Breaking down; not if but when.
YOU ARE READING
Lachrymose
PoetryLachrymose /ˈlakrɪməʊs,ˈlakrɪməʊz/ adjective tearful or given to weeping. A collection of amateur prose and poetry illustrating the inner turmoil. Mainly a dumping ground for loose thoughts and ideas to be interpreted in whatever manner.
