See, from my perspective the world is flat
because I've never been to space,
and love seems like a ****** idea
because I've only kissed my mom's face.
A college degree just seems wasteful,
but that's because I haven't one yet.
And coffee seems so distasteful,
but that's true, don't fret.
See my world doesn't have unicorns
or cotton candy clouds.
Extremely fantasized love movies
plague young teenage crowds.
And I know I might seem to have it together,
please trust me when I say that's not true.
I write all about the world around me,
and I can't even share one poem with you.
But if you stay with a beauty,
blinding and bright,
Stay with a passion,
a powerful might.
I know I might seem stoic,
and yes, most times, that's true.
But honestly, I do love many things,
one of which is you.
I was writing these 4 poems about love and I realized they should all be one and this is it and I love it. Pinky promise. Now the hard part...