My ears are bleeding, my eyes are sore,
So why are you still knocking on my door?
Even if I pretend you aren't there,
You are even more persistent; it's not fair!
If I give you the attention you desire,
I'm certain it will start a fire
And my fist will fly
Like yoghurt from a Munch Bunch,
Impacing your face with a satisfactory crunch.
Why are you so desperate and needy? You act like a door salesman, cheap and easy.
I don't want your new things;
I don't want that shiny ring,
So stop posting love through my letterbox.
YOU ARE READING
Optimistic Pessimism
PoetryA compilation of poetry I've written in order to express myself. They are all very short, only about 100 words each, so please give reading a few a try! :) I also have a book! Link: http://w.tt/21toVyh (It's on my bio! And it's called "Scrape") Al...
