~cliché stool of love~.

Maybe i was the down
& he was the high
No fluttering
or bating
Even An eye
No pedestal to stand
~Upon high
I was always down
So low~
wishing I could ~ die

Always questioning why??

Was I unworthy
To be~Higher above
Upon the cliché
Stool of love ??

Maybe he was to high
~to even see
Anything else ~
But he.