Love

I'm an awful person... Oh, well.

First comes hate
Then comes love
My emotions point
To all the above

I hate her
So I can love him
This future seems
To be so dim

Take his hand
Push her away
The rest I'll leave
In the hands of fate

What I'm doing
In the light
Really so wrong
But seems so right

Tow her away
Out of my mind
Though he thinks of her
All the time

I love when he smiles
There's warmth in his eyes
His body's to die for
Personality's great surprise

He's perfect in
Every which way
He's out of my reach
At least for today

He's too good
To try giving up
I'll back down
When he tells me to stop

Reviews

[Alex Thomas]

The rhythm and rhyme is this poem work perfectly to support each other. I really enjoyed reading it. You may want to add in punctuation to signal where a thought continues with a comma or ends using a period.