Sick of knowing
That I dont know enough.
I thought life was easy,
'Till it got rough
I'm silently broken
And slowly decaying
My mind and my heart
Are(n't) yours for the taking.
You say that I love you,
And maybe I do...
It's no matter regardless
'Cuz i still can't have you.
Heather Devlin
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sick-25/
