I wish I had a heart of stone
For then I could not hurt
But also I wish I wasn’t alone
So I wear my heart on my shirt
Questioningly I have a heart with love
But I don’t know if I’m ready
Pure and agape like a white dove
At times her love seemed petty
I’m quite done giving her everything
I am tire of her hate and yelling
Feeling ready to let love sing
But I couldn’t keep my heart from swelling
Wanting, needing someone to hold
I feel my new love begin to flow
Sometimes I get back, feeling cold
I wish there was a new way to show
Lacking my stone heart I can only feel
Agape love at my unswept doorstep
But is this happening, is it real?
Love of a girl from the ACT prep.
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