He was an ass
So pompous and rude
He didn't care for anyone
Or cared what he did
But yet he caught her
She thought he was cool
He thought she was cute
And had a nice pair of legs
That he could get into
She was beauty
He was her beast
And I
Was the one who was left behind
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PoetryA series of poems. Some inspirational, others relatable; they all are meant to help me get what I feel out of my head and out into the world.
