It's been a week since she broke his heart
I tried to be there for him as he fell apart
He cried so many tears
while I tried to face my fears
but my timing wasn't smart
He's not the most attractive
He's not all that active
He's got these precious glasses
and he takes sophomore classes
but I must admit, he's holding me captive
He looks a little funny
although he's extremely punny
That's what got me fallin'
we have so much in common
We both prefer the rain over the sunny
Time seems to go in slow motion
because we've admitted our emotions
Am I doing this to help myself?
Does he really need my help?
Will he ever know of my mental commotion?
I've begun to feel so lowly
As he continues to cope slowly
He's just trying to feel better
while all I think about is being together.
The whole situation leaves me lonely
YOU ARE READING
Poetry... I guess
PoetryI took creative writing in Junior Year, and I plan on minoring it in college. Some of these might make sense, but others might not.
