My Love

When I'm around him, It doesn't matter what 'they' say about me.

Each day I wake to he's smile. Stairing at me. Stairing at him.

I am no longer depressed, sadist, or cruel. Cause he is their. Standing with me. I'm standing with him.

Each day My love grows...

He is everything I seemed to hate, Now I hate when he is gone.

Each day my love grows, beneath the shadows.

This poem is about My Boy friend...
I'm not sure if I like it, so I might change it in time to come...