Confused
I think I love you, but maybe not!
I started cold, but now I'm hot!
I liked your kisses, and loved your touch,
this poem is hurting me... A litlebittomuch!
I thought of you when I reminisced, which often makes me sad!
I can truly see the lover in me... whichyouneverknowyouhad!
I don't want to be a loneyousee, I never meant to make you cry!
I thought another touch would healyousee! BUT KNEW WITH THAT THOUGHT, MY LOVE WOULD DIE!
heal this passion - protect this embrace
control this fear runningdownmyface!
my spirit is weakened / beatened, to grow a pride so pure,
I hate a love which makes me ache... this confusion I cannolonger endure.
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