How I feel Part 2
A mirror image,
So close to,
Whom collects souls of others,
But I don't love her,
It never WAS love,
Just an infatuation,
And obsessing need,
When I was alone,
But no that SHE is in my life,
Everything is different,
This IS love.
But SHE doesn't no it yet,
Why can't she realize,
That I care,
No matter what she thinks,
It's true,
This is How Feel,
And It can't be changed,
This isn't just an infatuation,
Or and obsessing need,
Because I am no longer lonely,
This IS how I feel,
This IS love.
That's all folks! Wow, I've always wanted to say that!
That is THE LAST CHAPPY! NO MORE POEMS! But Please check out my other storys!
(What Do Idiot's Think About?)
(Stormy Night in The kitchen)
- demon-pup666
