Treasure Island

Dark Angel

(19th Sept 1983 / Nairobi Kenya)

Do You Love Me?


I know you say it,
time and time again,
yet I wonder....
are you telling me,
or convincing yourself?

You touch me,
and sometimes i feel the connection,
and sometimes, sometimes it's way out there
i see the affection at times,
but i can't help but think it's not enough

It hurts,
when i think that you dont care
whether we last or not, its matters naught
it kills
to feel unappreciated

I need you to show me
that you, that you care
I need not only to hear it
but to see it
feel it...

I don't wanna go,
coz i strongly believe in us
and know that it can work
and i don't want to stay
where always feel unappreciated

Submitted: Saturday, October 21, 2006
Edited: Monday, October 25, 2010
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