Random

i really don't like this one, it was just randomly written past midnight.

I fear to love,

Maybe love fears me.

For it never seems to stray close to me.

I long for love,

And yet I’m desperately scared,

Thatit may be the monster hiding under my bed.

And now I don’t know what I’m going to write in this poem,

I don’t do this for a living,

They do, read them.