Book of Poetry

Admit it

Your hair,

It shines like the

Night sky,

Makes me wanna fly.

And your skin,

It's nice 'n' pale,

Like porcelean.

It's agonizing!

I hate when

You have this effect.

Makes me feel way

Too dependent.

But I admit it!

I can't deny the

Complete truth.

I hate to say it,

But it's out there,

And it ain't coming back.

Matter of fact,

I admit it!

I ain't one of

Them, who thinks that

As soon as you say something,

It's nothing.

I don't care where

You come from or what

You've done.

If you mess with me,

You better run.

But with you,

I'm cornered.

You could be evil

And I'd still love ya!

I admit that

I love you.

I admit that,

I wish you love me too.

And I don't regret it.