Literature
Left me stumbling
Is it love that I want from you?
Or is it just to have you there?
Were you the light to my path?
Because I am stumbling in the dark,
Tripping over things that are not there,
Sliding on the loose pebbles,
With no hand to grab,
No light to guide me,
I was still reaching
And forever walking on,
On the path you lit,
But you ran and hid,
I lost you,
Did you want to lose me?