He makes me write, because he makes me feel so much.
The control he has, he has no clue.
He only sees what he chooses to.
But he can make me smile like no other, and in an instant force my tears to flow.
When I think of comfort, he's number one.
But when I ready to run it's from him.
He makes me write because he seems deaf...
But when I write he is also blind...
Will our circle of ******* ever end?
I want to stay with him forever, and enjoy the beautiful part of him.
Its frozen deep down inside, and when it's thawed I am mesmerized.
Nobody could be sweeter or more understanding.
Nobody could hold me longer.
I think he has demons, as we all do...
But when his peek out, I think it wants to devore me.
Love heals all and I've never seen him lost long...
Yet it does seem often and that gives me cause to think me loving him is wrong.
He makes me write, because he still holds my heart.
He's the only man capable of tearing it apart.
He makes me write and he's still mine.
He makes me write and maybe it will be this way for the rest of our lives.
Love is so strong, but it's bumps hurt like he'll.