Not jealous, just territorial.
I've been saying this from the start
that hasn't changed,
about that I have never lied.
You can dance, I don't but you do,
You can, you must.
You can talk, you socialize, I don't,
but you do.
Just keep me posted,
ain't nothing to do with trust.
If nothing's wrong,
then there's nothing to hide.
About that, I have never lied.
You can leave, if you insist, if you must, if all has died.
About that, I have never lied
But to confess, today I love you a little more than yesterday, and that makes me each day a little more afraid of losing you.
And about that, I may have lied...
YOU ARE READING
Come what may
Poetryain't it wonderful how we hold on to life by simply finding something worth living for? and even stranger it is that it might be that in that very specific search for happiness that we end up finding something completely different...
