By Sheila Mumbo
My head feels heavy on my neck,
I wanted love, lust and warmth,
But you keep record of every mistake,
Safely hidden in your cold ice stricken heart,
You make me feel guilty even after I say sorry,
The weight of my mistakes always haunt me,
Making me walk in a thin line full of thorns,
How I’m I supposed to make it without a prick?
I guess you ignored the constant reminders,
Of my love to you or I’m I that bad at it?
I wonder how and when you want us to be,
You always want more, more than a sorry,
I blindly agree with the things you tell me,
The accusations the doubt the fear,
And I still love you regardless,
Do you feel this is fair at all?
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