Quintessence

A short poem.

You are a quintessence

of what you ask

Of being my obsession

I don't like to be thy creep

I don't want to lie

And I definetly don't want make you uncomfortable

But you

you are my empire

you are my mind

you are my quintessence

But I wish you weren't

all it brings me is worry and lies

but oh

oh oh oh

When I see your face I simply cannot breathe, I cannot sleep, I stay awake thinking of when you looked at me.

But you look at me all the time, beacuse we're friends. �'��'"�'��'��'��'��'" talk all the time

We talk we look and see

But do I really see

or are you just a picture I made in my head?

So are you really my quintessence?

Author's Note

There might be grammar mistakes :)

Reviews

[Victor]

It had a bit of a problem with a font I used in another program, thus the question marks. Don't mind them, no actual text is missing.