"I love you! I love you! I love you!" I scream at the top of my lungs, surrounded by trees in the middle of nowhere- because I'm too afraid that you don't feel the same.
You don't even understand how much you've affected my life and for once, it hasn't been anything negative. Honestly, I don't even understand it.
All I want to do is be around you, all I ever think about is now you.
I'm so scared that I'll loose you, I'm so scared that this will happen to me again. I don't care what people think about you, all I care about is your beauty- not outside but within; because I seem to find beauty in everything you to do. You could tell me you hate me and I'll still be holding your hand. All I care about is those three words.
I love you. I love you. I love you.
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Poetry ☹ Lukeyslaugh
Poetrypoetry ˈpəʊɪtri/ noun literary work in which the expression of feelings and ideas is given intensity by the use of distinctive style and rhythm; poems collectively or as a ge...
