Love Question

Over and over again
There is a question I ask myself
It echos within my heart and soul
Do you love me?

I show love
I give love
Yet I cannot recognize love
I am always tensing up

When the day comes
When the people I know
fade away like a distant memory
I fear the time I put to love them

Will go unnoticed
I hate losing friends
Even if its a part of life
I appreciate them in the day

At night I analyze the love I received
Rarely does the love equal my love
As I lay in my bed
No matter what I learn about love
The question will always be beg
Do you love me?

Reviews

[Soul Magic✯]

wonderful expression. your thoughts flow effortlessly in this piece. very relatable... i enjoyed the ink