In Love
They say I’m mad, tis not true, I’m in love
Thou known through my actions, this moment
Glancing through his window on a cold night
Watching my love sleep peacefully in bed
No one is touching my beautiful dove
For he is obviously heaven sent
Just fair warning thou, come near him I bite
Nothing deserves to be in his presence
Cause we’re meant to be! Not you instead
He woke with me hovering over him
Vile pillow in hand I smother him
Leaning close to him I whisper softly
Don’t fret my love we have all of eternity
I told you, not mad. Then stabbed myself.
10/21/13
CNA
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