Stress Confessed

Love is blind
not to me
I can see.
You
make me smile
like a child
I feel gay.

You
Let me be
The real me
You are true:
Love.

Yes

I do 'fess
a mess see
this I be.
Stressed.

Author's Note

Again, trying a new form of writing.

Reviews

[deeps]

I like this, flowed right down the page.

[Jibey]

It kind of unravels down the page... intriguing, though it seemed to be celebrating true love but ended up in a bit of a mess... But I thought the form was good and worth persevering with... you clever wordsmith!