baby, I thought
you're not like the rest
but now I am caught
in my mind, I'm a mess
I still fight and I fought
even though I guess
I cannot force
you, I confess
that I like you, oh lord!,
I like you so much
more than I should
and still not enough
YOU ARE READING
my poetry - more or less abortive works of a teenager
PoesiaEnglish poetry I wrote over the years, I prefer them spoken.
