It’s not that want her physically,
It’s simple, need her happy physiologically,
She thinks m a bit crazy to ask for,
But I wish her to be at peace mentally.
It’s a cruel world she fights with,
It’s my dark side, she stays with,
She thinks m a bit crazy to ask for,
But it’s my heart, my patience she plays with.
I might not be the one for her, she denies,
I might be grounded, she’s in the skies,
She thinks m a bit crazy to ask for,
But it’s my loves for which she daily dies.
It’s not hard to understand I want her safe,
It’s not a pursuit, just an abortive chase,
She thinks m a bit crazy to ask for,
But it’s care and respect for her, she chafes.
Feels as if I might break her holding too tight,
Doesn’t make any sense but she thinks m not right,
She feels m going a bit crazy for her,
Just a step back, just a pause, she would cry and fight.
“Let it be”, I say if it’s the only way,
It’s me who loves, u dare not say,
She knows m going a bit crazy without her,
It’s unconditional and pure, I know she would stay.
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