Me, You, and Them

You make me weak, you make me strong.
You’re like a diamond forlorn.
You give me sunshine, you give me rain,
You’re the reason for every smile, every pain.
You give me comfort, you give me doubts,
You give me nothing but uneasy heart.
You make me trust, you make me lure,
So in the end I am nothing but a fool.

A fool who trusts, a fool who fuss,
A fool who wants nothing but my trust
A fool who asks, a fool who rants,
A fool who wonders until time lasts…

She sits and stare like everything’s okay,
But deep down inside, her heart is shrapnel-like
She is she and you is you,
So what’s the problem with you, two?
Isn’t love supposed to be for two,
So why can’t you do it too?


About Shayne Zalameda

Shayne Zalameda is Misstache. She adores eating, traveling, attending events, and watching films. She likes to omit adjectives and is fascinated with ironies. As much as possible, she tries to avoid the word "very". Sometimes she easily forget things. More on
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