by Kloulessblond

Created on: August 09, 2009

The finest thing you do for me
Of so many
Is make me think another way
When I get tangled up in private worlds of words.

Why is it then
You don't see what it is
You do to you
As I do?

Poison pooled
In such a perfect mind
A crime
No one is fooled by
Least of all me.

I see more than you know I do dear
I will never kiss and tell
Or yell
Just grow sadder still
Fearing I may lose you
And this good you've brought me.

I love you so as mine
Even if it won't be
Can't you see
If you go I know I turn back
To who I was before
So much less
So much more

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