Bianca McCowat Poetry

I’m not about to lie,
But I don’t want you to die,
If I lie and say I do,
I’d only end up hurting you

On one hand there’s no effect,
As long as I’m always select.
No faltering and I’ll be fine,
This secret kept, just mine.

The other hand I shiver,
My heart would often quiver,
No wants or needs fulfilled,
Perhaps my feelings killed.

For him I feel betrothed,
From you I’m likely loathed.
Understand my point of view,
What would happen, if it were you?

Poet: Bianca McCowat