From all this time, I yearn for your touch
To your smile and eyes, ever so curious look, I sway in the beat of loveI claim my indignant heart, wretched and torn, as I see you give all of yours to another person
Stay with me? Let you stay? The questions that ring, but no answers are said
Give you all, give you me
It might be small, it might be fragile
All I can say is: 'enough' is my offerFrom all this time, I gave my 'all'
But it wasn't that good,
It wasn't that lovelyWhy? Cause my 'enough'
Wasn't all of itMy enough was just a smidge
Compared to your meaning
Of love//k.u.
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When I Can't Do Anything Else
PoetryWhen I can't do anything else, I write poems. [Became #1 in Poetry a long time ago]