Saturday, June 24, 2017

Still Growing


I ask you to kill me.
But you heal me.

I wanted to die.
But you said it's a lie.

I badly wanted to feel pain.
But you push me in the rain.

I said, live me alone!
But you sing me with a tone.

I ask you, why?
But you just answered me, oh my!

Now I ask what you are doing.
You just answered me, my love is still growing.

Jr.



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