PMS

One of the hardest things in life is having words,

In your heart that you can't utter.

 Flashbacks. I found this deep down under my post holder.

Seems so emotional. I wonder what I was thinking then - 29th April 09

I need a friend more than a lover,

Or am I just using you as a cover?

I'm lost, so confused,

But please don't accuse.

Cause I know it's my fault,

For getting things started to where we're of.

I'm scared of this,

Because of it's bliss.

Or maybe cause you're holding too tight,

That's why I'm letting go tonight.

Or maybe this is nature,

Or just me being immature.

I don't wanna say this, but I guess I should.

I know you will hate me, yes you would.

And I know this is bullshit,

I have to admit.

I need you, God.

To see me through.

Be my valentine,

evon