I worry.
I worry,
that while I'm sleeping,
you're talking to other girls,
putting your hands upon another girl...
while I'm sleeping,
I'm afraid your falling for another,
realizing that I am not the girl you want,
no matter how much love I've put into you,
I'm still not the girl.
the worries I feel,
yet I fucking pray aren't true.
why could I ever hope they are true.
you're the only love I want,
until my last breath.
and I will continue to remind you,
every single day,
how much I love you,
how perfect you are.
but I can't promise the worries can ever really go away.
YOU ARE READING
my lover poets
Romancethe thoughts about love. Simplicity form yet addictive to consume your mind over. Love isn't always perfect. (I know I'm not a perfect writer in poetry, but I thought it would be fun to write out some thoughts I have, and things I've learned int...
