Poezja

There aren't enough words to describe how I feel,
The way I love you could melt the strongest steel.
I've felt pain, sorrow, and fear,
Yet you're the only one whose heart I hold dear.

My world is so small,
and yet you grow tall.

In my dreams,
You'll always be,
Some sort of perfect catastrophe.


Love me forever,
And I'll do the same.
For my heart you could sever,
But I'll be to blame.
I'll be with you,
Wherever you are.

Even if you begin to rue,
My heart will turn to tar.

Remember my name,
Dream of me.

You keep me sane,

My perfect catastrophe.