I wanted to be cloistered
I hate sleaze
People keep on hurting my fragile heart
I wanted to be mended
I am unloved
But thanks to the people who appreciates my worth
My heart continuously bleeds
Longing for someone who truly cares
This thirsty and dying hope
Where is LOVE?
Others are so frivolous
Yet I am also worthless
Inside of me I’m crying
Dreaming of an impeccable love
Thursday, March 20, 2008
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