
I used to be able to weather any storm, survive any fire. Now I cling by a thread. Love is the most horible thing, and it is not what you might think
Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Angst - Words: 140 - Reviews: 3 - Favs: 1 - Published: 05-10-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3021235
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I used to be strong, the oak the survives the storm
Nothing ever shook me, till you touched my arm
Nothing ever moved me, nothing ever hurt
Till you turned my life around, and brought me all it's worth
I've never been this way before, never had to worry
Never cared for one before, now you're all I know
I don't know how this works; I don't want to be part
I don't want to live this way, with my heart in parts
I can't breathe, I can't see, until it comes to you
I don't know what else to do, I must belong to you
I wish I knew what to do, what do say and think
But I am on my own forever
This life is on the brink.
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