You have sold your soul,and I could do with the illusion of love,but no heart.
Or the heart,but no illusion of love.
I can’t be your rag doll for your pleasure.
I know you try to do all right things,
made a castle of meticulous care,
But it will not be enough,
when you try to destroy what’s left of my soul too.
But you kiss like someone ,who loved someone to the core,
to cherish and care,and build a world ,to her name,
And I am broken too,but if you waited just a bit,
you would see,that we fit perfectly in so many ways,
But you distrust ,and fear.And I fear too,
But I need love so badly and you need to escape it so terribly.
we will never win without destroying each other.
When you need someone to vouch for what’s left of your soul,that can obsessively love,
I will write sonnets for you.
But I am in love,and the cost is too high,
I wish you could love me back,but you can’t,
and I can’t be the salve to your hollowness.
When you need goodwill and someone who would care,
you could come over,And with some wine and affection,
We could pretend that our emptiness is true love.
We could pretend that we are children,that have forsaken the world.
We could pretend,that we are happy,and free,and unbounded.
