People get so creative these days. All we ever hear when a new, un usual thing comes up now is "well, thats how it is now days."
Sick they say! Sick!
Am I sick?
so disturbing to some
Am I sick to you?
I am lonely
The sorrow I feel as it wraps around me in those late nights when I think, "Why can't I just be me?"
"why can't they all just let me be me?"
Men. Women. Why? My soul? Why? My tears?
Deadly sorrow. Is giving in so disasterous?
Is it always worth it in the end?
To love her. My heart. Her heart. They are the same.
It's not about sex, my friend, it's about love.
Set me free.
Let me be me.