The way you look at me
And your lips feel
It gives me everything
One could ever greed
But it's never enough
It's not as easy
Is it just me thinking so
Boy, I think I'm in love and once it won't be with you
I met another one
But he isn't the same
It never lasts with you
Yet he wants to stay
Maybe it's not about love
Or butterflies within
Maybe it's supposed to be simple
And we're just making a mess
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The Mind Of A Writer - Poetry Collection
PoetryI was bare-skinned, and so was he - hidden behind the lines of poetry ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... My second poetry book. Deeply personal yet I hope some of you might be able to relate.
