You are someone great,
And yet at times I think I can’t stand you.
You’re led by your heart; that sickens me.
Your tongue is the master of your mind; that revolts me.
But you’ll hold me and I’ll cry.
There is no hope in hating something you can understand.
But dear God I hate it.
You fuel yourself with kind you leech from me
Don’t touch me.
‘Cos I will, stupidly, cry.
Yet blessed be your mind,
Everything. Everything in it.
Excuse me when I hate you for loving it,
I’ll never not love it also.
You are someone great.
Damn..
You went in your bag, for this one.
The heart wants what the heart wants.