My love is a mathematician always counting.
My love is a predator always lurking.
My love is a stalker always watching.
My love is obstacle always in the way.
My love is a remote always in control.
My love is a talent that should fill me with pride.
My love is a gift that has been thrown away.
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Poems For Him
Poetrya collection of poems for those of us who talking isn't enough to heal the pain of loving someone who can't seem to love you back.
