Pressures of love hanging over my head,
doing the wrong thing,was it something I said.
To make you go crazy and flip out on me,
you say to do one thing and I try to see.
Just what it is about me that annoys you so much,
all I ever do is long for you touch.
Not understanding not caring the reasons why,
but sometimes your words they make me cry.
I feel as its my fault all of what takes place,
burning hot tears they streak down my face.
Wishing all the time I could make it all right,
but day after day seems all we do is fight.
About things we dont see or want to admit,
I think of all this alone when I sit.
And go over all that has happened to me.
Just wanting our love to flow and be free.
Not burdened with mistrust and insecurity
this is who I am just love me for me
This is a well constructed rhyhme. Nicely written, thanks for sharing on Postpoems.