Too Much.
Too much, thatʼs what I gave you.
but youʼd never see anything through my view
as for every turn youʼd take, my love only grew
all my promises, i always followed through
even the one when i said my love never withdrew
Enough , thatʼs what I never was.
sometimes I wished for a pause
to fix the flaws
all i wanted was your applause
Nothing, thatʼs what you gave me.
but you could never agree
maybe i was the only one that could see the reality
This poem is about:
Me
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