I want to write words as pretty as you,
But my mind can’t find the words needed,
Looks like I will disappoint once again.
Because with a smile is so cute.
It should be a crime.
You’ve started a fire in my heart,
You make me a happy man,
You make me feel lucky.
Because never had I thought,
A girl like you would talk to me,
Nevertheless, they spend their time.
My mind tells me it’s too good to be true,
I know I lack the confidence to think otherwise,
I know your words say otherwise,
Yet your face speaks parallel,
To the voices.
Am I wrong?
Am I too harsh on myself?
Am I worth of your attention?
For I’ll never be as confident as the others,
I’ll just talk myself down a deep rabbit hole.
Down to a place where I can hide,
In the comfort of my own destructive voices,
For there I’ll fit in with the other cowards.
I’ve always had excuses,
Ways to fail with taking the fall.
But I’m running out,
I can’t make more excuses,
I’m just a mess.
I don’t know how to fix it.
But when I look at you I forget it,
This isn’t your fault its purely mine,
You make me happy.
Feb 6
Feb 6, 2026 at 5:36 PM UTC
I want to write words as pretty as you,
But my mind can’t find the words needed,
Looks like I will disappoint once again.
Because with a smile is so cute.
It should be a crime.
You’ve started a fire in my heart,
You make me a happy man,
You make me feel lucky.
Because never had I thought,
A girl like you would talk to me,
Nevertheless, they spend their time.
My mind tells me it’s too good to be true,
I know I lack the confidence to think otherwise,
I know your words say otherwise,
Yet your face speaks parallel,
To the voices.
Am I wrong?
Am I too harsh on myself?
Am I worth of your attention?
For I’ll never be as confident as the others,
I’ll just talk myself down a deep rabbit hole.
Down to a place where I can hide,
In the comfort of my own destructive voices,
For there I’ll fit in with the other cowards.
I’ve always had excuses,
Ways to fail with taking the fall.
But I’m running out,
I can’t make more excuses,
I’m just a mess.
I don’t know how to fix it.
But when I look at you I forget it,
This isn’t your fault its purely mine,
You make me happy.
A poem I made when I was doubting myself, however she said yes. So if youre ever doubting yourself or speaking too harshly to yourself please talk to someone, please find some positivity in yourself. Just dont wait till its too late.