You would think she would see
And ask, why did you write that?
But she doesn't
All she says is "cool"
You show her one poem,
Thinking she would understand,
And ask what's wrong.
But all she says is that it's cool.
And you would think,
If she saw you crying,
She would ask what was wrong
But instead she just turns back around
And acts like she never saw it at all
