My beard and mustache
Are growing freely.
Like the feeling that's
Swelling inside of me.
Solitude is a bliss they say,
Then the thoughts
of you with me sounds crazy.
Theres nothing more to ask,
Theres nothing more to say,
Call me crazy baby
But I want you so bad for me.
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts & voices
PoetryMy own poems..... These are the words I'm longing to shout. (This is full of error and needs to be polish)
