We talk like it's our last day.
I really do give you too much leeway.
I talk, and you leave me on open.
My love for you is wide open
Why don't you open your eyes?
If you did, it might be a surprise.
But you won't
So I don't.
You smile and laugh
Your laugh and smile, make me want your autograph
I feel like a cauldron that you're mixing up,
Mixing me up into a mess,
I must clean up.
Our eyes are stuck like glue,
But it feels like you see nothing in them.
I want you to love me!
Let us be.
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The Cauldron of Endless Love.
PoetryThe Cauldron of Endless Love" Description: This poem is about the feeling of being trapped in another person's game of cat and mouse. It feels like they're being constantly pulled around by their heartstrings, not knowing if the object of their affe...
