RESERVATIONS

The most beautiful soul I know
Tormented and destructive
Both Pushing pushing pushing
Never deserving of the abuse
Reservations
Too say no would be a lie
They say it over and over
Said I love u
the one who abused
The suprise was I love u too whispered quietly so as not to hear
What's said can't be erased
Now how do I stop them from what they say
Reservations, reservations
Know no other way than to give 114%
In person feelings of reciprocation flood
To follow the heart or follow brain
I.d.k. hopefully I dont destroy this beautiful thing
And it's the ending happy 4 me
Reservations, reservations, reservations

This poem is about: 
Me

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