Molested Time

Molested, tested, invested, my time in you on a Saturday night in June. Now what am I supposed to do? I am so through with dealing with the hurt that you have put me through. Sedated, elated, it’s been stated that you don’t love me anymore. But just in case you change your mind and don’t walk out the door. I am free today and open to give it a "once more". Beams, steam, dream, team, I thought we were one working together to make this love that we both desire to inspire work. All through the broad daylight and night, but all we do is fight. Fall, stall, call out my name in your beautiful voice that drives me insane. I will not blame you anymore, it is you not me that will miss out on all the good things I have in me.