Edge Of Love And Life Poem by Rather Dead Than Cool

My head spirals with confessed emotions, clarity was to harsh to me for her not so.
It grows to my Shoulders, chest, stomach, heart, to my dangling legs.
The Sun draws its final breath of the loving world.
Twilight lights up the roof estate and my eyes are drawing down.
She clouds my judgment, but i liked it before.
She'll know what i meant now, i jumped to quickly.

Falling in love is so hard when your the only love.
Faster it blinds me but comfort,
comes as fast as the floor.
Final thoughts of her.
Bitter cold.
Like,
Love.