My Stomach won’t stop churning,
When I realize it’s you I’m yearning.
I think of my life without your smile,
And I’m only a disgruntled waste pile.
I feel empty inside,
Something within has died.
Now, my soul is exposed,
My cold heart inter-folds.
I don’t expect to rebound,
Your resistance is profound.
I simply don’t blame you,
For not giving a chance to this tattered fool.
I know I’m my own foe,
But I thank you for making my heart overflow.
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