I can only think of your infuriating manner in dislike,
but it prevents my blood from running ice cold.
I know that I could dream of your disagreeable disposition forever,
however for us, forever is not long enough.
Whilst i fear for your future, and mine being weak without you, i cannot help but want the best for you in life: i just plead for it to include me at the same time.
Begging is not a precise enough to describe my yearning. Addiction may not even be able to come close either.
I could say that i simply cannot decide whether i hate you for the things you do or whether I love you for everything else you are: the answer is clear every time.
Aware of my wrongdoings i am and, truly, I scold myself nightly for loving you,
but only you can make me feel even adequate.
Oh, how i wonder whether your morbid mouth possesses a mellow mind.
It does not matter how hard I try to decipher my next move upon gaining you, my efforts still come none.
Oh please, my love, i care so... so much.
YOU ARE READING
Oh please, my love
Romance"his face shone like the diamond ring that i would die just to have placed on my fourth finger" Not exactly poetry or a story but i'm just beginning and want to postttt :) Please vote :p Go read:"she was never really mine" :3 If you have any suggest...
