the poetry knook, the poetry of stephen m. james

Can’t give you what you’re worth

I never thought that I’d ever say that love hurt,
but its hard to when I can’t give you what you’re worth.
Sorry for the pain that saying you’re mine may bring,
They need me?and, as for now, I don’t have a ring
And you still dream of waking up next to me.
It’s hard to live loving you (like this) more than me.

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