You push me….
“How much time do you need to trust me”?
How much time to get to you?
One side of me is in denial,
I feel like a victim
of the aggressor
who still holds me in the wide open.
How do I protect myself?
Such a great love can leave you bare.
I become a martyr
for a little matter of time with you
the weight of my limited knowledge is
the unknown of your mister is pushing to see
what is behind…,
if your passion can really be divided
for the better, go,
don’t wait for me.