I don't care about the world
I only care about being yours
Even though the title is an odd thing
When no one can ever really be called
yours
But I am the closet
Anyone will ever get
To be having that title
So I feel very lucky
Oh so damn lucky
to be able to call you
mine
YOU ARE READING
Night & Day
Poetry»He needed her affection of love and she needed his heartbeats to fall asleep«
