Love
Being scared, all alone.
In this world meant for two,
Always alone.
Always lonely,
Wishing for you to come
And rescue me from the
Fear that surrounds my heart.
Without you, I am nothing
With you, I am everything.
My blood type is misery,
Your blood type is love,
Together they make Passion.
Passion is what is needed
For a perfect world
Made up of love and happiness.
Together nothing could stop us
From being all that we can be.
Copyright © Jessie Melanson | Year Posted 2015
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