It is not OK

Yes, I wanna scream to you in the ear at the top of my lung. Then you would go deft and I would be able to say all the word that left in my aching heart. You could be an angel at time and you could be the devil at another. You could rescuer me but you often chose to watch me drown. You often ignore and wait when you could jump in and help. You hold your dignity and you have your pride. But what is there left in it when you don't share?

FROM ME~* TO ME~* @_@