I don’t know you very well..
I kind of wanted to kiss your face, but hell.
This is a sucky, cheesy love poem just for you.
I hope in life you do whatever you wanna do.
I just hope you’re happy as you break my heart.
Your one and only, secret sweetheart.
I guess I could easily confess.
But if I did, your reaction would be hate..and I’d be a mess.
I don’t know which you prefer, a him or a her..
If you want I’ll wear a dress..if not-- I’ll wear a suit and be a manly sir.
I just want to be your idea of perfect.
But I guess in reality, it’s just not worth it.
This is a sucky, cheesy love poem just for you.
I’m like that bird for cocoa puffs, you’re making me coo-coo.
I’m insane as I wish for a hug. As I wish for a kiss, I’m fucking nuts.
I blush when I hear, "No, no buts."
This love shit never works out for me.
I’m clingy and need attention..so I need you to speak.
I’m broken a tad, and Cupid has made me weak.
I babble often, am random, and I’m a geek.
I know how it feels to be pinned down, and beat.
My true loves always turn out to be maniacs and freaks.
So I’m hoping you’ll take the bait.
I promise you, it won’t be a mistake.
I don’t tell lies, I’m not a fake.
But no, I’m not beautiful like my damn cupcake.
Inside joke, choking on words stuck in my throat.
I should stop with all these hopes.
This is a sucky, cheesy love poem just for you.
You’d reject me, but that’s nothing new.
I’ve always been a hopeless romantic fool.
Guess I’m stuck with admiring, with drops of drool.
I’m laughing as I type, and my heart and mind are in a fight.
I guess I can’t wait for the rest of my life.
Deep inside I know you’re right.
