I lend my ear, I lend my hand, I lend my heart.
I let you use what you want when you want because you claim you need it,
but only for a short time.
I shall see it once again is the promise you make. The promise I hold on to in order to make this okay.
I’m the lender and you are the borrower.
You take and you use. One thing, then another. And another. And another.
And then it gets to a place where so many things are being “borrowed” that I can’t even keep track anymore.
I just notice things are missing.
Can’t point out exactly what they are, but it is empty.
I was always taught to give without any expectation of return, but you were just supposed to be borrowing.
The stuff you have is of great significance and I kind of need it back.
Not trying to rush you….but I would appreciate a return in the near future.