You are bored, so you come over
I am busy, but I let you in
You tell me I'm a ‘scenester’
I try not to, but I grin.
I think about how cute you are
You think with the wrong head
When blood returns into your brain
The moment, it is dead.
Do up your fly, cast down your eyes
And slip out through my door
You skulk back to your boyfriend
But you’ll return for more.
I imagine how you hold Him
As I lie alone in bed
You place your kisses on his cheek
My sole companion’s Dread.
I pine instead of sleeping
And sleep instead of work
Logic counts the negatives
Emotion labels you Jerk.
Thoughts of you diminish
Study takes its place
You occupied too much time
Now meeting deadlines is a race.
You are bored, so you text me
I know better, but reply
The situation will repeat
I’m still the ‘Other Guy’.
P.S I failed my test but I don’t blame you
You fail at monogamy but don’t blame me...What do you think of my poem? I have never written one before but needed a rant...?
A poem written for the first time,
Well written, with clarity of mind.
Your thoughts and feelings were written down,
But reality was different, so you found.
Looking around and about for love,
It comes not from the head below,
But the heart and head above.
Keep on doing the things you do,
Reality, not fantasy, will work for you.What do you think of my poem? I have never written one before but needed a rant...?
harry potter is cool
he wants to swim in a pool
he got bullied at HOGWARTS for being small
Ron weasley has loads of bro's
he wants and AFRO
hermione he loves
he send her doves
BUT HARRY IS STILL SO COOL
Is this a gay thing?
... There's no actual poetry here. This is a prose diary entry cobbled into rhyming stanzas - yech! Might be a country 'n western song. Can you yodel?
it is good its better then mine and my friends who write them but i like yours and keep it up
I like it, well done. :)
ehh not so good, sorry, its too high schoolish..
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