I hate you for being so beautiful

Still I feel wholesome for you

Why are you my Butterfinger

Your elegance behoves me

Am Scurrilous and my Imbecility is grave

I feel rage whenever I sight you

I don’t want to be Lovelorn

That is why I can’t consent my feelings to you.

I am ready to have my first Sex

Why do I feel belittle

Why am I scared of Approaching you

©Noah Jamilu

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