my first poem

[ryanbrasier]

My hopes are so high

When I am with you I feel high

When we kiss I feel like I could die

This may sound sappy, but won’t you kiss me so I can die happy.

 

 

My heart is yours to take, and cherish or to break, and parish.

My heart is yours to desolate or to leave two dissipate.

My heart is yours to fortify, embellish, obliterate, and sire.

My heart is yours my love to tear repair whatever you must do to make you happy.

 

Before you decide hear one thing I love you

I love you with what little glare is left in my jet heart. All I want is you to be happy even if its not with me