𝒘𝒆 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆

𝒘𝒆.

i hate you,
that's not something new,
whenever you ask for me ,
i still present myself like clear glass,
our adventures dependant on the compass,
and you say the world is our canvas,
we paint, we grow , we bloom,
its always the phrase "we",
no questions are asked,
otherwise there are consequences,
" we are in love",
my mouth is sealed,
when the deal is made,
it was never "we"
it was always only you.