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.
