You don’t have to write at all
You don’t have to make a call
I know that you will come again and again
You don’t have to dress to please
Perhaps undress for me
I know that when you come we’ll be staying in
My feelings are more important then yours
What do I have to do to make you forgive me?
I wouldn’t even tell the world if you could hear I’m sorry
What do I say to make it so you stay around me?
What do I have to do? What will release me?
Somewhere along the way my hopefulness turned to sadness
Somewhere along the way my sadness turned to bitterness
Somewhere along the way my bitterness turned to anger
Somewhere along the way my anger turned to vengeance
Somewhere along the way exacting vengeance gave excitement
Somewhere along the way that excitement turned to pleasure
Somewhere along the way that pleasure turned to madness
Sooner or later that kind of madness turns into pain
But we should never say that we drifted far
Yeah we should take a trip to the reservoir
Will you leave? Probably, It won’t end properly, I don’t care I give up
There is no modern romance
You try to make me feel like I’m invisible, It’s just to make you feel that you’re invincible
Digital witnesses what’s the point of even sleeping? If I can’t show it, if you can’t see me
They always offer when there’s loads of love around, But when your short of some it’s nowhere to be found
Domestic Poetry 