What Are We Doing
I love you hell you adore me
what are we doing?
back turns; silent dinners,
triggers bothered by tensions
dreamy nights to cold sweats
the mind wonders the regrets
but frets on the thought of losing us...
what are we doing?
I ask you to tell me what are we doing?
cringe on the thought of another comforting you
no good morning passion
just daily mourning
the affection just dissipated
outsiders opinions overshadow the love
nothing even matters no more
what are we doing?
Copyright © Patrice Trice Jackson | Year Posted 2020
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