• angelic_pzycho 1w

    Fault

    They say my silence speak of you,
    My words speaks for you,
    My heart beats for you,
    And I live for you.
    But after spending years with me too
    You still don't love me.
    Maybe this is all my fault of
    Loving you more than myself,
    And more than anything
    And anyone.
    That you ask me for,
    my death in return.
    ©angelic_pzycho