Dear One,
I write this not in hopes of you finding this,
but in hopes of understanding myself –
understanding my feelings for you.
I wish the English language could adequately describe my love for you –
I wish it had enough words to convey just how much I love you; how much I cherish you.
You are so much more than the oxygen I breathe – so much more than that.
No language can convey my love for you – just how much I cherish you.
All I want is you by my side and a glass of beer in my hand.
That is all I need.
Oops, I think my ink spilled.
YOU ARE READING
Stereotypical
PoetryThis is a collection of random poems/letters that I'll probably never get to say aloud.
