I die just a little when I hear about her
There's a pain that shoots through me
I'm afraid that maybe shes yout everything still
Ive read what you've written
The poems and the songs it hurts just to think about all that could be going on. I hate to sound jealous but maybe I am. How couldn't I be When I read about all that you've said. How much you love her and how much you care. But there isn't one sign of any love on paper for me only for her. The only reason I worry over her is maybe somethings happening. I love you too much that I don't want you lost. I die just a little when you talk about her . Its not that I care if you do I just die a little when you do.
~i dont care if this rhymed~
~comment on this or any of my poems ill take suggestions~
