Sponge
My heart is not a sponge...
One day I am absorbing you...
And the next you are squeezed out...
And now I feel as if you are about to throw me away.
Sometimes I really wish I could be too proud to be concerned...
But in the end I am just too damn human.
posted by Quaheem @ 11:18 AM
2 Comments:
That's all we all are, sponges. Human sponges, that don't want to be wringed out but to stay soaked with water (love) forever.
Aint' this the truth - we are all too damn human.
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