How can you be older than me but still act so immature?
It's hard to be with you, talking to you strikes me as chore.
But at night when I think you, I consider something more,
I consider that you're worth it, that I won't hate you anymore.
That I forgive you and there's no more need to implore
But I realise I'm more important, and I hate babysitting you even more.
YOU ARE READING
Poems Penned Precisely by Me
PoetryA collection of poems or just general pieces of literature that rhyme. No theme to most of them tbh
