Who am I to let someone that doesn’t see the love in me love me
It’s not love it’s greed
Another material thing you can claim you’ve hadFrom my body you robbed my heart
You took from me what I never intended to share if my love was never sought after to fill up my cup
A glass filled with blood pumping to those parts of me cherished and worshipped by men with eyes that can’t even see me
But unlike a blind man he can feel me
His love is so unconditional
But yet I can’t see to grasp a true understanding of the authentic vibes that I want to collide with
Within us is the source of pure untouched vitality of a feeling
The name does it no justice
The description I can’t feel enough of
Love a deep affection connected at the source
A familiar energy captivating in the eyes of the beholder
Can’t stay away because the electricity of this fire is what draws us
In
Magnetically pulling relentlessly feeling like death would be the reason this connection would be broken
It’s hopeless
But yet I still believe in this right person
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