I’m constantly falling, constantly calling, and yet something, someone, keeps me hanging on, even when I have no logical reason to. Loose Love… climbing up to that pedestal that I put her on and yet I stay holding on, hasn’t my heart been broken?
Get a grip
Hang on
Lest I slip
But for how long
Have I liked you?
Been there
Told the truth
That I care
I think it’s called insanity
To be on the edge
And all you see
Is the mess
If I fall below
Because I won’t let go
And it’s not right
This climb
You take my love as light
My heart in a bind
Yet to give in
Calling it quits
Ending my sin
A reason to live
Instead of jumping
Or crashing
Maybe I’m nothing
Not even dashing
Am I enough?
Perhaps too much
Is this it?
The doomed siren’s song
Cupid’s miss
I’m always wrong
Can’t be right
Won’t be mine
Forever or tonight
Never my time
So…
Hanging is tough
Should I let go?
Of love
Copyright © 2011, Will A. Bradford Jr. All rights reserved.
http://anundiscoveredme.blogspot.com/
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