Loving you
I thought I knew the right definition of love but like the words in my head, it's new every morning. My words are buried in obscurity so let me show you how I feel in action, and I'll bring you peace as your security.

One minute I'm sad, and the other I'm happy, stay so we can make this moment a story, one we will tell when we grow old. Your stare tells me the unsaid words hold my hands let me show you the fantasies in your head.

You can not understand the indifference because you feel the difference. Tell me the little things you wish to keep because I decided long ago you are for keeping. Loving you is a drug and all it does is bring me peace.
© Ddawnofpoetry7