I love someone to death
But it's still so less.
I must confess
The more I love, the least I express.
The words melt in me,
Or cut me deeper than the deepness of the sea.
His words are my love and enemies.
Praying for the best, but seeing the worst
Wanna be his last , but I'm the first.
We are holding on ,
But I know, we are already dead and gone.
© Su