they say with each gift for him you love, you lose for each sigh you breathe and longing look, you reduce every moment spent cherishing, you drain your power to adore for every day i loved you, i lost me a little more with all the smiles you took from me, a smile you drew yourself now all the days i gave to you, you give to someone else and as we grow greater still alone and far apart you still hold every precious piece of my broken heart
I've seen people who think of themselves as poets prduce far, far worse. And as you should know, I'm brutally honest, so if I say I think it's brilliant, I really mean it
haha yeh i know you're honesty..its a trait i admire in you..in a bizarre way well..the day i start professing to be a poet, shoot me, k?
