RAVENPORT VERSE
“ARE YOU MINE?”
ZEKE VERSE 02
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How can I know that you are mine?
How do I trust that you love me as much as I love you?
Whenever I close my eyes,
I can see how much I need you.
But
it's sad to know that you'd need me
because of what I can do.
Do you really care?
I wish I could cut open your chest
just to see your heart.
I cry and thirst for your caring presence,
yet I receive none.
You say you'd do anything for me,
but when I ask you to do something, you fail.
You say you love me more than I love you,
but all I see is a joke.
You leave and come back,
our connection lost.
I strive to build the bridge between two worlds,
yet you tear it down.
Do you love me?
Do you really care?
Then why are you not here?
Not even a cut on your skin
could prove your love for me.
Once again, when you come back,
you're no longer green and blue,
but a wasteland.
Then it's me again who plants the seeds.
It's me again who waters the fields.
How much do I care about you?
Like a father raising his daughter alone.
How much do I care about you?
Like a boy who has never known love
and never had a mother.
Yet...
you are still not mine.
RAVENPORT VERSE
“ARE YOU MINE?”
ZEKE VERSE 02
Share:
How can I know that you are mine?
How do I trust that you love me as much as I love you?
Whenever I close my eyes,
I can see how much I need you.
But
it's sad to know that you'd need me
because of what I can do.
Do you really care?
I wish I could cut open your chest
just to see your heart.
I cry and thirst for your caring presence,
yet I receive none.
You say you'd do anything for me,
but when I ask you to do something, you fail.
You say you love me more than I love you,
but all I see is a joke.
You leave and come back,
our connection lost.
I strive to build the bridge between two worlds,
yet you tear it down.
Do you love me?
Do you really care?
Then why are you not here?
Not even a cut on your skin
could prove your love for me.
Once again, when you come back,
you're no longer green and blue,
but a wasteland.
Then it's me again who plants the seeds.
It's me again who waters the fields.
How much do I care about you?
Like a father raising his daughter alone.
How much do I care about you?
Like a boy who has never known love
and never had a mother.
Yet...
you are still not mine.