Dear Love
Year after year you turn up and then vanish...
Sifting through this landscape
stretched far and wide, yet few between...
Boyfriends are there to heal the wounds,
To pull you out of sudden tunes...
The taste of your lips
Like red strawberries...
Poems arn't cool anymore, losers. You're not...
I always looked for true love
I seemed to have no peace...
Dark as night,
I hide the truth...
Dreams with lust and darkness,
That there's nothing I can see...
Late walks at night while everyone sleeps.
Sweet kisses we share that weaken my knees...
We dance around the instinct
That is every mortal’s fire...
--For those of you, who already read this poem it...
Walking to your house...
You've got some kind of power over me,
I keep trying to break free...