What is this

Is there somthing wrong with me..

is my heart too pure..

What is love to you?...

i write this as you snore.

before you went to sleep.. I asked a simple question..

what do you like about me?..

“Ha why are you asking me that right now?”..

seems as though you had no clue what to say...

flash backs of wasted days...

What is this?....i couldn’t even say..