Unhappiness, what does it mean? Is the love still alive or was i too keen?
Yet sometimes it feels real esspecially with every kiss i steal,
Love, ours was so strong. Is it the end for our dove?
Do i need a break? If i dont i fear this will end in hate.
No. You need me and i need you.
I love you babe, No Matter What You Do.
YOU ARE READING
Poems by Me
PoetryJust a "book" of poems i will write on the odd occasion. Dont expect regular uploads, ~Josh
