I Love Him

I love him

Don't think he knows. 

My thoughts on him are wild.

Wild as the ragging desires for him flames .

I tell myself u getting deep. 

Initiated as if it was a ritual rite. 

"Run!!!" I advised myself .

Tried to be committed at the same time trying not to be part of the colors in this painting. 

His thoughts I can't deny,

His pictures I can't lie is a blossom of flowers,

It's like roses but the pains are just like it thorns 

Am lossing my mind

Am getting sticked

Am addicted 

Am getting into a sealed communion rite.

It seems my long built barriers are crumbling 

No, it shouldn't be

But Am in love with him 

Doubt he knows