My blessing, my curse

crying
And the tears flow

Am just a girl
A hurting girl
A crying girl…

I want my dearest to be with me
I want my love to believe they are better with me than alone
But I presume am not all that

This is my blessing, my curse

Why does it hurt so much?

Shouldn’t  I be used to it by now

Being on my own

Important days not withstanding

But then I guess

This is my blessing, my curse

I may look tough

I may act tough

But I still want to spend lover’s day in her arms

But more importantly

I need her to want to spend it in my arms

Deep inside, out in the open I am a girl

And this is my blessing, my curse

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