If I could write you a poem;
I would.
If I could sing you a song;
I would.
If I were a modern day Artist;
I'd probably put something up together for You.

But I can't.
because I can't express myself.
I can't express my love for You.
It's the modern day weakness.

And I'm a Woman.
An apparent display of desperation.

But I'll tell you that the truth;
You're the first thing on my mind when I wake,
the last thing before I go to bed.

Sometimes it's hate, Some it's Love.
But either way; it is still You on my Mind.

You've become my Lover and my enemy in my head.

Too often...