Still ill

And suddenly I'm wanted
It feels nice to be loved
Now I feel that strange burden again
Holding me back
Acting as if love is a crime
And I don't deserve it
It just would not satisfy
No matter what I do
I appreciate it
I really do
But I have been kept in the dark for some time now
That any light shining through my eyes
Feels ten times as painful
So this fear inside me is growing
Out of something very beautiful
I cannot foresee a happy ending to this
I just want to run away
But then where do I go from here?

Scratch that

I have an infinite number of places to go
The problem is where to stay

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