3 Poem by Twisted Moon

Three hours of flowers for the third time,
And it's poetic enough without the rhyme,
The way our souls blend so well,
You know just how to make my everything swell,
You know me so well.

Whether or not you're trying you're succeeding,
In jealousy I'm dying my insides bleeding,
I love how you can always tell,
You can be my heaven or you can be my hell,
You know me so well.

Proceeding every leap of faith I pause,
And you already know I'm a lost cause,
But your feelings are strong and mine as well,
And you're not dumb enough to buy the love I sell,
You know me so well.