There's a girl I like
Don't know how her appearance is
But I don't really care about it
There is a girl my heart flutters for
She hates carrots
While I love them
There is a girl I fancy
I look everyday to talk to her
And she always replies back
Late or right away
There is a girl my heart has taken a liking upon
She hates calculus and chemistry
I hate those subjects too
There is a girl who I hope I can hold hands with
She is in love with anime
And that's how we both first started talking
There is a girl I adore
She might be older than me
But I don't care
There is a girl my heart leaps for
She's a rotten deodorant
And I'm a rotten sock [she said]
There is a girl who I hope one day can like me the way I like her
I wonder if she will miss me
As I can no longer talk to her
Will she try reaching out?
Or will she not care?
YOU ARE READING
Scrabbles
Poetrymatchsticks only go to waste when they are lit and once they are lit their lives are slowly being smothered just like humans sometimes i write nice and sometimes i don't all depends on my head
