For you, blue
Trilogy of pain...
A Poem Called Love
I do not love you as if you were a rose...
Love at first sight?
Of course that exists...
It's an acrostic to an extent. you'll notice when...
I- in his eyes...
Love is cruel
Love is fine...
You always seem to know
Exactly what to say...
The more you see me,
the more I see you...
If he truly loves loves you
He will think of you first...
What is true love?
Who can really say...
.........Dance
.......With me...
I don't need your hands
the way that, soft as ashes...
I'm scared of this feeling
I don't know what to do...