Asking for a kiss?

An honest smile?

Why don't you have anyone

that would smile at you?

Why are you alone?

Why are you still suffering?

The swamp you fell into

cannot be so deep so that

you couldn't reach a hand out to me.

I'd always hold your hand.

I'd always treat your wounds,

I'd always kiss you goodnight,

if you let me to do so.

We both know I shouldn't love you

yet I desperatley want to do so.

Don't punish me more for it okay?