Dylan's perspectiivvvee

Ever since that moment.
Where her lips were touching mine.
I was nervous around her, every single time.
I  always walked past her.
My heart beating faster.
Making up poems.
For the sake of a rhythm.
Mom said she's a sweet girl.
Who deserves a man like me.
Who wants a man to give her company.
Who does things to make you joyful.
Like when you notice a double rainbow.
I'm no different from every love struck human.
I'm not alone either.
Nor do I wanna be a depressed glooman.
Every night Id think in bed.
On what my lady Sky had said.
The one who told me my hair was red.
The one who doesn't understand a newly born wed.
The one who don't know the difference in which she was led.
But one day we will both be dead.
And on my grave the writing will read,
"Dylan Gry Yute, who had a promise to keep"

~Dylan Yute