Steeply Path

Just a simple poem about necessary ends.

Leave me and my lonely mind,
She is louder than you anyway,
My heart has nothing for you to find;
The three of us may lead you astray.
I have more boundaries than you imagine,
Most of the time I'm angry and lost in myself,
My whole life is a complicated sin,
Our love is better put on a shelf.
Maybe I'm hurting you deeply,
I may apologize, but it's without regret,
The path to my heart is way too steeply
And you are too good to take on that bet.