Tell me if
Something is amiss
What became of
Our first kiss
To whom are you intended
Just how are you inclined?
Where is our future
That fate has divined
Your words a salve
Of lofty intentions
With readied defenses
If shown more than affections
I want to know
Your thoughts, where they go
I want to see
If you're thinking of me
My thoughts
Are stuck on you; yet
If you need to be free
I'll let you be
I can't be your fling
Caught on a string
One of the few
To claim piece of you
All the sometimes
and maybes
Are driving me
CRAZY
I'm not your sweetheart
You're not my lady
The games that you play
Go beyond shady!!
Now can you fix
this thing that's amiss?
I'm tired,
Pretending;
We're captured in bliss!
I no longer go on
Believing this shit!
My world is up-ended
Patience is bended!
Refusal to play
The fool, as intended! |
Submission Name: Letter to Miss Intentions
