Choice Poem by Raziel Baptiste

One hand is the emotion, that I left in the past,
The other holding on to pressure
As the future creeps up fast.
Past actions made me wonder
If I can ever hold your hand,
Not as the boy from the playground
But a real man at last.
Free me from the pressure
So I can be like,
'I am free at last! '
Out lasting every sane emotion
Forget sane let me be rash.
Understand I'm still confused
With what is happening with you,
I don't know if we're evolving
Or if I'm hallucinating the truth.
Let this dream be real
It's not a corrupt as it seems,
Lights in my head are off
Letting it black out,
Now the happiness is not what it seems.
With that line
See me through,
Let me say I like you
There a million girl like you
But none can ever be you.
So fool me with there passion
Leave me with no satisfaction
And in the end, I want you to much
The evil will live for only you madam