Whenever I'm with you, poetry fills my mind.
Thoughts are suppressed in fear of distress.
Afraid of expressing for it always ends depressing.
Love! Oh dear love, please do not be overwhelmed
with the feelings I'm about to confess,
For my intentions have always been well.
May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 8:24 AM UTC
Whenever I'm with you, poetry fills my mind.
Thoughts are suppressed in fear of distress.
Afraid of expressing for it always ends depressing.
Love! Oh dear love, please do not be overwhelmed
with the feelings I'm about to confess,
For my intentions have always been well.
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