Launchorasince 2014
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Spare me, my love.

A twain of curiosity
Staring, blinking, asking
Of questions that are like stars
And answers that give us scars
Of questions that never diminish
And answers that failed to be finished

Why can't you spare me your time?
Why won't you give a damn?
Why do I have to beg for attention?
Why do I crave for your affection?
Why can't it be easy like the usual?
Why can't you see that it's somewhat crucial?

I should have said "hello" to you
I should have talked to you
I should have mentioned your name
I should have say it over again
And there goes my shouldn'ts, my love,
I shouldn't have hope for the best
I shouldn't have ignored the worst
I shouldn't have wondered if you'd say "bye"
I shouldn't have stopped asking you why

Many things are kept in my mind
Would it be the best or the worst to say
That you can only be mine?
Many words are stucked in my throat
Because of the things that are untold
Like a frozen water, so very cold
Like a burning fire, stopping my hold

My love, I want to beg for you
Notice me once and let the shame undo
I want to beg for your love
Even if someone will disagree from above
I want to beg for anything from you
Because I know that you know
I am still into you

My love, all I want is you
And all I need is another chance
So please, my love,
Will you spare me—
Spare me another glance?