A little something for the self destructive.
She sits and waits for old time love, the kind that goes above and beyond; but new aged love is all she gets, the kind that doesn’t respond.
Oh how I love and hate it.
Drowsy from another busy day,
Yearning to be in someone’s arms.
Perhaps we’ll find each other someday,
It had been years since she felt this way,
Was never willing to let her heart stray.
Like is a word closely linked with desire,
Hearing “I like you” can set the soul on fire.