The Blood That Stains The Pages

To Be Inlove

You cant keep you mind straight,

Youve chose your own fate,

Without even trying to youve dug yourself a hole,

One deep in the heart of your soul,

Your only need filling it,

Day by day bit by bit,

It starts turning to a vibrint pink,

The other heart it wishes to link,

You cant focus,

You would miss,

You feel that others you are above,

Well this is what it feels like to be inlove.