Passion

Sometimes I hate, that you see me...

Through all of this mass...

I hate that you know what Im going to do before i react...

You know how I feel, what I want, what i need

Without me ever speaking...

 

The way you look into my eyes when Im

worried, sick,happy,sad, in pain,

Your eyes respond ...

reminding me of my strength... but at the same time

saying....

 

While im sleep you watch me..

kiss me, hold me, touch me,

as if this is the last ....

Your actions and thoughts are of me,

before self..

The smile and happiness, that is

present eveytime i mention, think, or say your name,

brings a overwhelming emotion...

thats in...describe....able

 

Im short of breathe...

trembling..ummmmm...

I ..........and u.....

u and I........

 

 

Sca'v