I Don’t Want to Blame You, But.

Don’t go away, Please stay.I wouldn’t know what to do, What to cling on to,Should you leave, my imagination shall have naught to cleave. Maybe I’m all wrong, perhaps this has gone on too long,Time wasted, for my curiosity to be sated,In order to find out, that delusion’s not what love’s about. But in my head the incessant chatter, ‘What should it matter’,I’ll never know it’s