Into Me, Poem by maxpoet beauty

Into me
Into me was never the faking,
Into me was the ever Written words,
I plan,
And you are coming with the words,
I say it,
And you never write truth's,

You came as my son,
But all I do is lament that I need more satisfaction,

My woman hast been watching me all moments,
To take me away,
Is bringing that love back,

Into me is the woman that made the man love the deception,
The hatred was coming back with love,
That eyes blind,
Were all seeing,
That the bugging,
Was so much that I may see Into me,
I need me,
That I may realise that mystery taught unto you.