when i know you are nerby
i feel excited, filled with joy
but things are really hard, oh boy
that sometimes i wanna cry
but despite that, i crave for
time that would be spent with you
feelings cut through my very core
i kinda wish to be born anew
because im not perfect for you
and yet i sought to see you smile
sincerely, even if meanwhile,
i have no face or body, worth.
as if the ugly tends to the perfect
i want to hear you cry and mirth
want to talk to you and connect
and yes, i know that you will reject
even if that is true i wont neglect
the feelings of affection that im filled with
toward the beauty of yourself
by the way, it is the year fifth---
the last chance left on the shelf
barely has punctuation for a reason