Crave Poem by Jessica Howard

The way you breath Is such a tease, the glare of fight is such a sight to see in your wondrous eyes.
The tender touch the wannabe kiss does this show your true tease!
Or the willing glare that can care for thousands years.
The truth of love the lust says it says it all about the breathing tease you are the dirt glare is such a tease the ironic laughs that stays the same when the fight begins the emotions run like the wirl wind but when your alone was it just a dream or the truth the worry will be the same but not for the other or another day