Random

Its funny what distance does
Not the miles but the one in thoughts

Every sentence you challenge and every word you judge
My every sentence a confession and every word in pain

Its funny what you do to me.
I almost believed
I almost trusted
I almost tried
and I definitely loved.
It almost cuts through.

Today and tomorrow will be difficult for you
There is no innocence in pain
There is no black and white,
Its simple and true.
You love and you care all but in vain
Day after day with the choicest of hearts meant to screw you.

Still its simple I love you for you; in the simplest of forms.
A smile, a word, a thought and some care.
No manipulation, not conceded, just simple and pure.
You take it or not, I believe in love and I will stick to its charms.