Disclaimer= you know the drill, same as before

Rogue sit down with yet another poem Kitty finished that afternoon.



Cowardly Love

O how I long to tell him how I feel

But I cannot, I dare not

What if he laughs at me or worse?

He gently tells me that I'm not his type

That would hurt more that laughing

For it anger me to be laughed at

But it would help me to forget him, if need be

I want to tell him how I feel, but

With that thought, I am a coward.