Delicate
I’ve become a delicate being.
The strongest hand could break me in a second.
Compare me to a rose, if you wish.
But you must try not to break me like glass.
I’ll falling apart with each breath I take.
My heart can’t take the torture anymore.
I love him so very much.
When he’s not around me, I’m never whole.
It’s breaking me up inside,
Not having him with me.
I desperately want to get over him,
Because I can’t be without him.
All the wonderful talking we had.
I just wish it happened every day.
But by me keeping myself tortured in this state,
He’s not with me and I’m just that delicate rose.
The strongest hand could break me in a second.
Compare me to a rose, if you wish.
But you must try not to break me like glass.
I’ll falling apart with each breath I take.
My heart can’t take the torture anymore.
I love him so very much.
When he’s not around me, I’m never whole.
It’s breaking me up inside,
Not having him with me.
I desperately want to get over him,
Because I can’t be without him.
All the wonderful talking we had.
I just wish it happened every day.
But by me keeping myself tortured in this state,
He’s not with me and I’m just that delicate rose.
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