One confession is all I say,
That made me feel inwardly guilty.
To choose that guy as my bait,
Was a task which I bravely took.
Never knowing where it leads me to,
I took my rose and my most glittery dress
To my first and only prom night.
There my prince charming which I chose,
Gliding perfectly on the dance floor.
I never wanted to hypnotise him,
But to win the bet,
I have no choice.
As the clock ticked with rhyme,
Signs of affection was growing
Towards the handsome boy.
But how do I continue to love,
When my confession of having a crush towards him,
Was all but a fake mistake?
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Reality of Reality
Poetrydark poems lurking, happy poems stay. oh woah oh, bam bam bam, you're beautiful and I can't pretend you mean nothing to me to me, to me
