i hate writing love poems,
when will you notice
that my heart is completely to you,
where the blood flows,
the feeling flows through my veins
where all i could do is think about you.
when would you acknowledge me
for my passions
my undying love for you.
do you know what i seek?
do you truly know me?
where my heart is filled with?
or am i just another pawn
in your dangerous game of chess.
i wont play the sick
dirty mind games
you think that i'm in love with you
i was.
but now i need to be resisting this feeling
that creeps up on me.
no, it's not love...
it's something else.
and you truly notice that,
so why can't i?