Me telling you how I feel is overdue,
If I actually told you it would be a breakthrough,
My stomach would be in a curlicue,
My brain would be goo,
I would just stand there like a statue,
Maybe make a run to a random avenue,
But then almost as if on cue,
I'd say "I like you."
YOU ARE READING
Skye poems
PoetryA collection of peoms I have wrote hope you like them! And if you don't den go away shooooo
