A lot of poems was written
For you
I wrote
A lot of words

I have never been satisfied
I have never been contented
I have depicted my affection afore
I have never moved on

Because somehow
I simply need some words
Not from myself
But from you
To me

It's like a demand
I know, I demand you shamelessly
To write something
For me

It's like if I peruse those rhymes
I might die
It's like if I peruse those proses
I might live forever


I tell you honestly
I still love you wholeheartedly
This ***** that pumps
Still screaming your name

Words
They are dear to me
It's an honor
To have a word
From you
My beloved