Skin plaid white, milky and so clean,
Yet a secret kiss now checked and unseen,
That night meant so much, to both of us it seem,
Yet I'm afraid I will run outta time for our team,
Your so lovely and I'm so fucked up, its wrong,
But for you, I'd promise never to hit that bong,
This poem just became easier, because I'm not trying to impress,
Rather now I'm just writing, just to confess,
You mean a lot to me, my dreams tell me so,
And I'm afraid to ask and hear that, 'no'.
Maybe I am crazy, but you tell me I'm not,
Don't worry, I promise not to call you hot.
These Simple rhymes they flow like honey,
Sadly if you wanna hang out, I have very few money,
Yes my grammar is bad, and my poems aren't as manic,
And my anxiety is just because I panic,
I'm not sick, I just feel too much,
I throw my heart out to everyone on my sleeve,
To hold or throw, to love or cleave.
(Seems to flow when read aloud. Just a headsup)
