she got me ( I know she loves me)

"I love her and that's the beginning of everything." (F. Scott Fitzgerald)

She got me wrapped round her soul I always waited for her she levitates my heart controls my moves .she lost her faith she lost her heart in space her mind still stuck in September 15 1985 she hides in her wounds can’t take love serious, always slips off my hands, my hands she is to afraid to see that all I want to be is that missing piece in her, I am not a goodbye waiting to be said because I want her to stay …future I want her to see. She said “I love you in her dreams” like a movie I am directing hoping she would choose my happy ending. “I have too much to lose” she said but she does not realize that I also have too much to lose I will lose HER. .I wants her; I need her to see love... She loves me even when she tries to run away back to September 15 1985.

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