I want to do whatever I can to repay you,
To express the gratitude I have for you,
Trust me when I say this because it's true.
What's sad is that I don't know what to do.
Don't dangle the answer right in front of me,
And then just take it all away,
Don't test ,me to see whether I know already,
Just tell me how I can make it okay.
Our final goal remains the same,
We want to make up and talk again,
Stop being a spoilt little child, it's lame,
To be an adult, I'm willing to train.
To express the gratitude I have for you,
Trust me when I say this because it's true.
What's sad is that I don't know what to do.
Don't dangle the answer right in front of me,
And then just take it all away,
Don't test ,me to see whether I know already,
Just tell me how I can make it okay.
Our final goal remains the same,
We want to make up and talk again,
Stop being a spoilt little child, it's lame,
To be an adult, I'm willing to train.
Such are the nuances and nuicanses of fresh love. Don't worry, hold strong.
ReplyDeleteNice post.
Cheers,
Blasphemous Aesthete
I was actually talking about one of my parents. But, I suppose it's room for interpretation that makes the word go round :)
ReplyDeleteBy the way, I want to thank you sincerely for your regularity in reading my posts. It's honestly very encouraging.