To be human is something I know not of
Yet the feeling in me is what you call love.
Peace is carried on my chest as a snow-white dove
The thought of my love makes my cheeks flush
Sigh I don’t mean to gush but she is my crush.
I always rush to see her since my hand and her hand fit as tight as a glove
She finds out I’m not human nonetheless I feel human
She yells you are not human you are not allowed to fall in love.
About the Creator
Juan Sabala
My name is Juan Sabala. I have many tales to tell.
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