Love Struck
I layed in my bed
Thinking about you
And the words that you said
My heart beats slow
On the brink of death
But my blood still flow
Your sensual voice whispers in my ear
The Things you tell me
Make me come to tears
Erase all my fears
With words so sweet
I lose everything that makes me discreet
You have a different set of mind
Your not the same
your one of a kind




01 06 2011.
good poem
good poem