Confessions of a Troubled Heart
How could you expect me to be near you
and not to fall hopelessly and helplessly in love with you?
To not want to, no, need to take you in my arms and just hold you
and be the one to tell you everything will be alright?
To kiss away you problems and your tears?
I can’t sleep when I think about you,
I can’t breathe when I’m close to you,
when your fingers accidentally brush mine
when you pass me a pen or a book.
I can’t think when I hear your voice,
it’s like a melody that puts me into a deep trance
and I can’t shake it off until you stop talking,
and then everything seems cold and lonely without your words.
I don’t care if you hit me,
scream at me,
tell me that you hate me,
that you want to see me being broken over and over again…
I DON’T CARE!
I can’t stop loving you!
There are two things in this life that you have no control over.
When our time on earth is up
and who we fall in love with.
I don’t care when I die,
as long as I love you
nothing else matters!
Can’t you understand that?
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