hair that makes me swoon
eyes that make me cry
a face that makes me crazy
and a soul that makes me die
your voice is filled with passion
your head is filled with dust
there's many people i could love
but it's for only you i lust
the one time you talked to me
it was in a such horrible way
but i'll continue to want you
because you're what makes my day
you haunt my nightmares
in all the ways i could list
you're ripping me apart
without knowing i exist
YOU ARE READING
A Little Thing Called Death
Poetryi won't explain many of these. they are for you to work out and they'll probably mean something different to everyone. (i own these poems) ((FINISHED.))
