I’m just being a Silly Billy aren’t I?
My last love relationship was five years ago.
It only lasted a month. I fall quickly.
When I hit the ground it hurts.
When she went I put up no resistance.
I felt all the urges to try to shout, scream and plead; but all I did was write her an e-mail that compared human’s to diamonds. It’s basic premise was you don’t know me fully yet; maybe there are parts of me you’d love if you were only aware of them.
So I did plead! Would you look at!
Anyway that was all I did, when she replied in the negative I accepted and let her go.
I want love; not an object to possess.
Still when she went I withdrew into myself it hurt so much.
This has been the first time since then that I’ve let my self out.
Well I didn’t really have a choice you dragged my heart out before I’d even realized it had gone.
Actually dragged is the wrong word.
You’re a drug I’ve chosen to take and damn I like it!
If I’m to you what you are to me then we can take each other.
Unlike drugs though with love the more you take the better it becomes.