My mother always told me From the age of 10 She can’t be my girl If she can’t be my friend… –Damian Marley Let me be friend First Even as we flirt Let us have deep and moving conversations Over dinners cooked together Or served by over zealous waiters Who check too often And bring […]
Careful How you handle that heart That bleeding, breaking thing As strong as it is It is fragile in your hand In the hand entrusted to cradle it Care it Carry it
I admire your strength: The way you know what you want And take it, The way you make up your mind To make it,
You said my name: You wrapped around me Like a blanket Enveloped me in warmth Travelled down my spine Sent tingles all through my body I knew I loved you Felt you Love me Just not the way I wanted
Cooties <- my title 🙂 I hate how you make me smile When I’m mad at you How you make me laugh When I want to scream And how you can change my mood So easily
Sometimes You have to let go Cut your losses And walk away.
if i wasn’t exactly what you thought of me or what you thought I’d be would you still love me?