nonchalant

let me be blind to neglect, let me live and breathe carry on the charade of bliss and glee let me be free, like a wild berry grounded and untainted valued and that not be for money but simply Let there be a need you go on for days without the thought of me and I only with thoughts of thee if love were a Sin, thou is holy so pure and kind like fire on a cold night- burning me to a crisp. you were my sun, and you're as indifferent as one.