I'm your nothing
You're my everything
I just know you're lying
The truth I am speaking
Then how much do you love me?
Cannot put to numbers
You can't, 'cause you don't. See?
Mine love you'd never consider
I never, never
Then why doubt, my dear?
Hints of infidelity, can vision
Which explains the transition
You can't blame me
This, I question
Fret of expropriation
Bethink, I will be yours. Now...
And always...
YOU ARE READING
Poem Box
PoetryFeelings are poured, Imaginations are toured. Conversations that are meant, But the forbidden rule can't bent.
