After all the wars and fights after all the empty nights I find myself undone by you and yet you never even knew
Why does it have to be so cold Why pass me by as I grow old how deep in love can I now fall waiting in suspense for your call
magic enchanting sight of you wells up eyes like drops of dew glistening films of joyless tears that dwell awash in aging years
You fill me up with such ache a deep-felt longing heartbreak your awesome beauty must be such a devastating force to me
a reason these poetic works exist to compel your will not to resist my intentions man to woman don't make of them a bad omen
it's creations most cruel joke a wondrous beauty like a yoke to hang around a lover's neck until he no longer gives a ****
If you loved me it'd be different It's not just men who get limerent Love needs blinders like a horse There is no erase key for remorse
Inspired by sending another poem on FB messenger to the wrong person, there''s no way to get it back, so It made me wish there was an erase key for when I felt remorse that I'd accidentally made the wrong person feel something.