Sacrifices are made, regrets begin to form,
sadness becomes as wild as the raging storm.
Raindrops fall, ticking off another minute of life gone by, Staring at him with anger I wonder
why I even try.
Material things are of no value when given as a
gift of lust, a relationship is meant for love,
respect and trust.
I know you don't respect me because of the way
you act or speak, terror fills me at the thought of laying awake to listen to the floor creak!
When it comes to women I can't trust you out
of my sight, why, when I try to tell you my thoughts do you not listen, you just fight.
Am I just your personal maid and private whore,
please tell me, I want to know what I'm here for.
This one was written during a rather bad relationship 2 years ago.
