a poem...

Love Paranoia

Another sweet nothings
Spoke of promises
of love, of forevers
of longing and of love again

Does he really mean what he's saying?
Or it's just another kind of burning
of inside, of lust and greed
just to take hold of what he's not really sure of

am i going to be a would-be past?
if a sink my teeth into that something he said would last?
what if it's real? Will I miss my chance?
or will I be a living dead? if chances are,
those are just pure lies...