Oh my dear Noir,
You sure know how to drive me crazy,
Not seeing you is a poison to me,
It kills me slowly.
The way I wish for weekend to end faster,
Just to see you,
I've never wished for that but now I do.
It is all caused by you my dear Noir.
You, drive me crazy.
You are the first to make an effect in my life like no one ever does to me.
-R.X-
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A Piece of Heart in Question
PoetryThis is where I pour my untold feelings in the form of poems. I'm sure a lot of people will relate to this.
