The problem is
I would still
Choose you,
Over anyone
And
Anything.
YOU ARE READING
I FELL IN LOVE WITH A FEVER
PoetryI WAS HOLDING ONTO SOMETHING WHICH NEVER RETURNED; HE WAS MY EVERYTHING WHICH HE'LL NEVER KNOW I FELT THE THINGS WHICH COULDNT BE ON THE SHOW ALL THE TIME I WAS WAITING FOR HIM TO TURN BACK TO THE ONE HE USED TO BE IT WAS TOO LATE TO REALIZE THAT H...
1.
The problem is
I would still
Choose you,
Over anyone
And
Anything.
