Love is enough. That's what I tell myself. It should be the driving force to do something unconditionally for another person or yourself. Have I been misguided all these years by my own words. Or maybe these are the neccessary stimuli needed to help me better understand myself.
Do you want to be stopped? The thoughts that possess your mind late at night, would you want me to be stay with you while they are at large? Do you want me to protect you from your fears and anger? Do you want me to shield you from such lonesome thoughts?
Do you want me to talk with you, now? Do you want to talk with me now? Do you want me to stop you from the downward spiral towards loneliness? Do you want me to keep loving you? Or do you want to be by yourself, engrossed with your thoughts?
"But I'm alone on my throne, all these witches. I came this way all this way just to say, this time won't you save me, this time won't you save me. Baby I can feel myself giving up."
Or do you not need my saving?Labels: let me love you