Shayari Bazar

I love you and I need you, even thoughI may at times have made you tear your hair!I set myself apart, but even soYour presence and your love are always there.You are my jail cell and tenton doorThat keeps me from just being who I am.And so I pound the walls and go to war,Ramming all the rules that I can ram.Yet though I must rebel, all the whileI know your love’s the ground on which I stand.I wait upon the flash of your proud smileAnd twist inside at every reprimand.I’m sorry for the times I’ve caused you pain;After these brief storms, love will remain.