I could become your lover again, I could revisit those times that never felt good before I could want for everything, I could want for nothing I could want for more I could sit and talk for hours about you, which I'm sure you'd enjoy I could try my best... but you'd still be like troy I'm falling for you, and may you become.... your beauty used to strike me dumb I recovered I became your foil you only leaned on me when work took its toil I could see the promised land but I never made it. I could become your kept boy I could do it, I probably could A sense of fear tells me I never would I could again stand alone in hell The darkness closing around me But late at night it lightens and I stood and began with a plea "Oh, god, if you hear me, let me know because I've never been this high or this low Send me someone who won't treat me as clay or someone I won't just push away Oh, God, if you hear me, send me a sign because I'm tired of trolls and a bad pickup line send me someone I can be proud to admit is my boyfriend, REAL LOUD." I could turn and walk away again so I said as I closed my lid but unlike all the other times this time, I did.
Reason for writing:
Life in general
Birth sign: Aries
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