In class, I catch your stare,
And wish to stay a little while.
I'm learning to be brave and true,
Hoping to connect with you.
The past still lingers, leaves me scared,
But with the sight of you, I feel something fly.
If I confess what's in my heart,
Please stay and let's not make it awkward.
I'm probably going to delete this because it sounds cringe...
- Nov 5, 2024 at 10:24 PM
YOU ARE READING
My Poetry book
PoesíaAll these poems were copied from my Neobook account, so some look wonky. Poetry duh.
