Love:
Your spoken words don't only draw attention but pictures i want to be apart of.
You need not take off your clothes for me to acquire the truth cause truth be told, the truth is the sound of your voice.

It's surreal, that my serenity is because of  another human being.
A being who's got me falling like autumn leaves, and as i fall the rest of me deteriorates slowly.

Love:
I think of...the circumstances under which we became acquainted.
I was a tainted image, came with negatives, while you were picture perfect and i was trying to inherit this.

Love:
You need to hate me now, i'm selfish and i was told i need to be selfless, hence why i'm doing this...


I LOVE YOU