I don't know where to start,
or where to end.
The feelings you give me,
they aren't butterflies
but angels.

You entered my life and then you left,
you didn't bother to say sorry or even a mere goodbye.
I'm more than that,
more than what you think.
I'm capable of a lot,
starting wars are my kind of thing.
Bullets will be fired,
hearts will be hurt,
but if that's what you ask for,
your wish is my command.
Don't say it's my fault,
I gave you everything,
but maybe everything wasn't enough.

At the end of the day,
You are on my mind.                      
When I wake up,
you're all I think about.
It'll  be the middle of the day,
when I miss you lots.
Or when I'm listening to a song,
and your name comes to mind.  
The happiness you give me
cannot be described,
for that is infinite and so hard to define.