My heart wrote this. 1

Corner me with your beautiful soul and make me feel as if I am trapped by you.

Drive me down bad.

I want to feel sad, knowing when you are away, I need to be near you.

Although, I can still hear you, because your voice echoes loud.

Memory…

Allow me to give passion, handsome passion.

I will give it in bouts, not rations, it’s everlasting, this passion.

Love letters, and roses, poetry and passion that is loaded…

Must I keep going?

Or do you sense it finally, this love.

This love that perhaps, no one really needs or is asking for.

Fair.

But I need love.

It’s hard to just go it alone.

But, what are you going to do, the voice of mine says.

Love. Is a serious mental disease, indeed.