Crushed Hearts One Sided Thoughts

Wonder Why

Maybe she'll never truly understand me

The first time I opened up to someone

Put my truth in her naïve I've become

To fucking long for her touch...not myself

On some psycho killer shit I love the sight of her

But that's the problem I nearly get a glance of her

So why must I care if she gets mad with me

Because when I touch I do bruise her skin so passionately

Is it my fault that I have a Goddess of my own?

Who chooses not to give her all?

To the man who wants her forever by his throne