ButrosButros_Grantos
Bluelighter
You retaliate, argue,
like for you it's a game, but,
I'm not keeping score, if it's
come to this,
I've lost.
Everything, doesn't
really matter, when the silence
is oppresive, but to think of
breaking it
is worse.
I sit, cradled, confined,
in the comfort of my own arms,
rocking, miserably, hopelessly,
with still hope,
rocking.
And now, even after
everything has fallen, into
place, or into pieces, I still
can't give up
on you.
like for you it's a game, but,
I'm not keeping score, if it's
come to this,
I've lost.
Everything, doesn't
really matter, when the silence
is oppresive, but to think of
breaking it
is worse.
I sit, cradled, confined,
in the comfort of my own arms,
rocking, miserably, hopelessly,
with still hope,
rocking.
And now, even after
everything has fallen, into
place, or into pieces, I still
can't give up
on you.
