small yet consequential
loving and sitting about
passion put to lips
your soul, your want
the decider of fates
thrown into neediness
showing of territorialism
just a small portion
i want you, i miss you
i just truly show my colors
and my irritation
towards such stealing away
i want to love you, kiss you
i just need to make you mine
you're mine, im yours
ill never hate things you do
i wanna hold you so
i want to keep you from being low
stuck standing in headlights
stood so tall, like a doe
i love you are the words
i want you to forever know
YOU ARE READING
I'll Be Fine (pt. 2 of 2)
Poetrypoetry showing my stress. relieving, coping, really. continuing to add poems, sometimes daily. use this as place to talk about your own frustrations and dances with pain and strife
