I don't like to write about love, it always seems untrue,
Ingenuine, a lie, after all, how could I love you?
I hate to sound sentimental, and I'd hate to tell you so,
But I like having you around, so please, pretty please, don't go?
This isn't love, but it is, and it's just a great deal of 'I care',
Don't mistake it for something that most certainly isn't there.
YOU ARE READING
An Amalgamation of Words
PoetryI'm almost as bad at writing descriptions as I am at writing poems, but at least I tried. Sharing my inner turmoil, one poorly worded sentence at a time.
