Before you execute me on the panel of rejection
And your friends stand and laugh at my woe
For once I want to be touched by you
Before you call up the one you love
To meet you by your favorite spot for dinner
I want to be loved when the time is not great
And you become my only escape from this place
About- This poem was written on April 17, 2025 and is part of my "Campus Confessions: The WBoy Chapter".