Sometimes I’m indecisive,
I like you then forget you,
It’s never about me,
Sometimes it’s you,
We still have time.
You ignite a flame inside me,
At times it’s warm,
At other times it burns me,
I got used to it,
I have nothing but time.
Will you ever leave me?
Is this love or something like it?
Your confidence turned to arrogance,
I can’t tell if you don’t know or are ignorant,
It’s time we sat down.
You talk about love,
Like it a commodity at the store,
Put in your shopping cart,
And return it if you can’t afford it,
Did you forget about our time together?
Is the art bigger than the artist?
What if the trade stifles the trader?
What happens when love kills the lover?
Takes the very essence of its existence,
And time is all you have.
They said I’d be free in love,
But I lost more than I gained,
But love is about sacrifices, right?
You give and expect nothing in return,
But what about my time?