Incomplete Mood that Completes Me
Incomplete Mood that Completes Me
maybe a love poem
frankly i’m sad being such a knowledgeable psycho:
handsome in rich imagination,
yet living in poor condition;
perhaps the spirit of liberty confused me in the influential teenage,
so i believe in the phrase that the god repeated: LOVE.
priding upon that I prefer sorta romantically loving someone.
well, no reciprocal needed.
instead of thanking the god,
i only appreciate additionally rewarded,
a pleasant smile broking quietly over her lips,
when i may say: Please Complete Me.
