To Define my Love
There are indeed things that I love
But, I maybe wrong as who I contribute these loves.
Accept my judgment as truths in order to continue on
And, I might be breaching in the etiquette in doing so.
My desires in music, as well as, my desires of novelties belong to my dad.
My desires in nature whether be sunset/rise to the clouds should be to my mom.
My quirkiness as my actions takes me on my loves would be from my silent peers.
They do less speaking as to why they love those things
So, they make me settle upon exposing more these loves only to enrich my life.
I could try to describe my love triangle with my friends.
I fail to see any of my friends as being obtuse.
They maybe all are very acute on the scalene side.
But, I refuse to say isosceles.
I do have some special friends who share with me that end up as part my delight.
They tend make our friendship ever so closely to being a right angle.
I could try to speak out more as to whom I had love affair with
But, it would only make me lead to a rebellion as to be any mentors’ prize student.
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