When will you love,
Me for me.
You fit like a dove,
Flying over the sea.
I'm stuck in the ground,
Like I am in hell.
I can't hear the sound,
I'm entranced by your spells.
YOU ARE READING
|°Simply Structure°|
PoetryPoetry has always completely held me together. It's kind like how you breathe oxygen. It's something I have to do. Poetry is something like oxygen to me. Without it I wouldn't survive. ~ remember love is a crime and I'll do the time for loving what'...
