I'm in class writing you this
As I'm in maths all i can think about is you...
My life is a simple open book
if you're talented enough to read...
Love is a risk your heart takes,
a dream that your mind makes...
It has been brought to my attention
That I have been lying all along...
If blackness covers the skies above,
ill still b right here showerin u with love...
.warmth in sight when your face appears.
.words no one can produce as uniquely but you...
So cold as I step outside
No where to run, no where to hide...
It's 4 am Monday morning, I'm supposed to be in...
But I'm writing a confusing poem instead...
I love you means that I accept you for who you are...
Love is what you know it to be
Some say love is just a word...
So...
What is love? Who knows...
**This is the first poem I wrote when I first...
Love can really hurt...