If such a miniscule word were to make my love trickle
Alas that would make my love so fickle
For if to simp means to be in a state of such deep affection
Then add such word to my description
Simply just a man
In such a deep trance
Magician, you put me under a spell
Pirate my heart, form this stolkhome romance
To be one would mean I got no attention
Oh to never be granted satisfaction
A big chase with no destination
And in the end no relation
Such a mess
Insanely obsessed
Madly in love with no distress
Passion shown for a man so blessed
I apologise if my love has bested me
Oh I'm too blind to see
The depression of the earth and it's debris
Oh my heart's in her safe and it shall never be free
Show me a love so unconditional
I'll show a love much more
Majestic madam steer close
Present thy heart with an extra dose
Oh beloved my love for you is not little
I tell you my love is not flickle
So a four letter word could never make my love trickle
So Ill love thy with my heart so brittle
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Life, Death & Everything in Between
PoetryA book full of poems I have written about anything and everything I can think of writing about. There is no set genre it can be about something as insignificant as a bridge to something as relatable as heartbreak. Hope you enjoy
