perhaps i am really difficult to love
when my temper gets the better of me
i couldnt think straight
and words that come out of my lips
are not what i meant to say
you love me
the way i am
but not really
i should've known
this is how love works
all along
i feel so lost
my love for you is sincere and true
but it doesnt seem like it to you
i am trying
but somehow i can't get it right
you are upset
and i am hurt
here i am
and there you are
divine
Then let our trial teach us patience.
reminiscence
coniungere
"Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold."
