I met him last Friday; name:
Ash Kent.
I wish I could cuddle him
In a tent,
Telling him that he makes me click.
Instead, though, I've been a dick.
I threw up on him; yes, I was sick.
The adrenaline fired it out
On our date when we were about
The mall; some people from
School saw us.
Why do I have to be so nervous
When it comes to the man I want?
Tell me, Ash,
Have I screwed up?
YOU ARE READING
Love Poems
PoetryI already have a book of general poems on here, so I decided it'd be nice to make a separate one for love poems.
