People keep saying words.
some are bless.
another come with the curse.
there are so many obvious reasons.
they might see what they see.
but do they understand?
how things going around?
what do they know?
even lil things i most likely to forget.
I'm sorry if I'm not that good to you.
but I want to love you.
and need you to love me..
with everything I was, am, and will.
what we have is no ordinary, I know.
perhaps it was meant to be.
hoping its for the best.
for all that we've gone through,
thank you for being there.