what's been?

My love,
is like this,
words on a page,
because once you read this-
It's gone away,
But whats the truth?
is it gone?
or there to stay?
Let's end the games:
mine's not here to play,
is it safe to say,
those 3 little words,
whether a noun-
or some verbs,

adjectives cant describe,
the proper feelin,
you've got me illin,
you've got my mind
blown 2 the ceilin'
feelin,
like a villain,
but on the down low,
i cant control
the pain u b spillin,
to my soul.

thought u should know,
it's a whole 'nother mess-
but i love u-
 none the less