Lost Sights

Let me confess,
That I love you,
Also profess,
That I hate this.

I don't know if is love,
Or a silent bit of lust,
Is just part of the move,
To get my mind lost.

I wonder our direction,
As I keep the crush on,
In my deepest desperation,
I want to keep moving on.

No matter where I go,
Every paths leads to you,
No matter what I become,
I will forever remember you.

By Okoroji Chidiebere Alexander