Coming Clean

The time 4 me has finally come,
To admit to all I've done,
Admit that I'm seeing someone,
I thought she would act up like Atilla the Hun!

It wasn't as bad as I thought it would b!
I didn't want to cause pain - u c?
So now it is off my chest and I am free.
And I know that it isn't all about me!

I want u 2 know that I wish you well!
I hope your new girl makes you swell!
Burning up those lines on your cell,
Please don't curse my soul 2 hell!

The beginning of April and she's not here!
The end of April and I won't be near!
When I c her in the middle I will cheer!
But a lot of things change in a year.

Now to the question most on my mind.
Will I ever find a lover that's kind!
Will she like to b wined and dined?
Most importantly- can, that spot she find?

That is the ultimate question to ask!
This won't be an easy task.
If she does, in her Sun will I bask!
If not, Will I continue 2 wear this mask?

So now I come to the end of my tale.
If u got the message then I didn't fail,
If not, it's because I hid it behind a veil.
I think my poetry is getting stale!