Beautiful skies bespectacled or framed?
Complemented by pale, porcelain skin
Respect, acknowledgement these I have not yet gained
I wish this angel be corrupted by my same sin.
Accented voice, not too foreign, quite plain
Carried out of beautiful lips oft lighted by impish grin
If I admit, I am at risk of disdain
And if I were rejected, I'd cast myself to the din.
Light, perfect skin o'er wiry frame taut
Spindly appendages sewn on delicate body
Is this the love for whom oneself hath sought?
If so then why do I feel so shoddy.
Joyous of nature and ne'er making comments unkind
Gets the wrong idea of me from time to time
I need to know, but am afraid, of the answer for some peace of mind
If he ever show interest I wish soon to see a sign
YOU ARE READING
Poetry?
PoetryIdk if it even qualifies as poetry to be fairly honest. It's just me being emo, let's be real here. I might add to it every now and again. Probably won't make sense either
