You're sugar deep in all my ash,
But place no blame on me.
Never did your heart I stash.
My soul you'll never see.
Weary; I'm not sure at all.
For this Race I'm not fit.
I'll try so hard to never stall.
I love you...a little bit.
i love you a little bit...sometimes, it's the key, i've been loving most of the time...just a little bit
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice write Kyle, there are all sorts of love, including loving someone a little bit- all a myriad of reasons, your poem reflects this beautifully- I like the line ' you're sugar deep in all my ash'. Lizelah