My Decisions Can't Count the Fingers, of an Unfit Glove

by Kalie M   Jan 14, 2008


Save me, kiss me, hold me tight
but i only want you for tonight
you may think i like, but there is't trust
a million to have, tears of lust
i want your friendship, but no heart exchange
for being hurt isn't worth the pain
but you will hurt, unintentionally
which will be worse, through which the eyes i see
i want your love, warm nights in hold
and i am needed, or so i'm told
but tomorrow it wont be the same
so i hold back, i am to blame
my hands are cold, you're the unfit glove
and you're upset that forever isn't within my words of love
so i don't cry for, but because of you
i don't need you, but my mind longs for you
each day i awaken, you're on my mind
but i get confused with so little time
everyone around me brings me down
no one to care, yet u pick up my frown
decision making is terrible, each one is my plea
for someone to come and save my story
one, three, seven, ten
the numbers increase, please make it end
many questions, i have to answer by heart
put on the spot, then bad decisions start
ring ring, i hear your tone aloud
the fact u call, makes me so very proud
pros and cons, even in-betweens
where to go, don't want to be seen
another glass, hit me clear
one less day ill have to think of you here
smiling, yes, you make me laugh
but it still does not erase this past

decline decline, i'm sorry, so sorry for me and you

maybe tomorrow ill regret this decision too.

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