River
A river, like a river I will keep pouring till I have no more to say. There are so many things I wonder about and want to ask and discuss about, do you have the patience? Patience to wait. To not just jump in the bed instead talk and discuss, to ask about fears. Do you even slightly possess the patience to not just see me naked but to see my soul naked? OR are you just too afraid yourself because you might see the scars you gave me which still bleed.. Does that stop you from listening? Hey, can you read? Can you listen? I am shouting. Can you see my tears that are flowing like a river? Can you see I have so much love to give that it tears me apart how you neglect it again and again.. Can you see, my love? I am dying. A death caused by deprivation from love. Your love. Can you? Can you survive knowing that the cause of my death were you? Will you ever be able to forgive yourself? OR will you become more obscure for all the women you are going to meet in the future?