As you passionately started to scream and shout and get your point across, as you began to point your finger and shake your head and yell and argue, I could only look at you with the overwhelming sensation of love and happiness. The mere thought that you were mine and no one else's was enough to make my heart ache and let me continue to admire you.
You were mine, all mine.
YOU ARE READING
Words.
PoetryTo be completely honest, it's just a load of randomly plucked words from the air, infused together with some punctuation and their job is to represent the bunch of emotion I, - a tired, caffeine filled, late night worker- threw together in hopes tha...
