Why do I always find myself coming back to you?
When I thought we're building something,
It will fall apart all over again.
How long will I suffer from this?
You, leaving and coming back whenever you want
And I, waiting for your arrival everytime.
How long will this cycle end?
How long will I learn?
How long will I keep this pain?
How long 'til I make you mine?
YOU ARE READING
Naive Girl
PoetrySitting on the bench Thinking about what we used to be And hopelessly imagining What we could have been Completed.
