How I miss you
How I wish I knew what this world is about
How I hate pain
How I hate not knowing the future
Thinking of you
It will never stop
Will it get easier? So Im told.
Your arms and shoulders, beautiful
Your hair with my hands thru, wonderful
How my heart aches for you
The same beautiful one is the same one that makes you run and cry.
Why do the ones who say they love you, HURT YOU SO BADLY.
What is worse is when they are blind and troubled and cant even see that they are hurting you.
How you HOPE and PRAY that one day they will be awakened. They will change. Women are their, holding on to their arm, always hoping, always feeling “Could I have done this better?”
Why does love get twisted and made unhealthy? Can you ever gain enough knowledge and do it the “right” way?