Well I could start this
With roses of red or violets blue
But it comes down to this:
I really like you.
This is terrifying to admit,
But keeping it
Is making me come unknit.
When you talk to me
My heart kinda flutters,
And your smile
Makes me melt just like butter.
I really hope your feelings reciprocate mine,
But if you need to think,
I can give you some time.
YOU ARE READING
Pen To The Page
PoetryThis is a collection of poems I've written when thoughts stayed on my brain too long. There's a lot going on in there! Some are happy, even silly but a lot- are not. I should probably give the disclaimer that there's definitely some harsh language t...
