I saw your photograph
And a thought crossed my mind
Something that I didn't want to think
Even though the thought is kind
In your face I saw
A smile so true
A face so pure
I was shocked that it was you
And though I tried
To tuck the thought away
I remember how pretty you are
And how we were a little gay
I didn't want to think
That you are pretty
And I didn't want to think
That you aren't shitty
But the thought crossed my mind
An unwanted truth
That no matter what you did
I can't hate you
I wish I could
Say that you're rude
And that you're ugly
Say you were crude
But I've lost all hope
In trying
To hate your smile
That made life seem inferior to dying
I'm supposed to hate you
Well, at least I tried
I'll try again next time
And on until I die
But I must rid myself
Of your picture and your face
Because if I cry over a fool
I'd be a disgrace
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My Poems - 2018
PoetryNo one has to read this. It's not interesting. I don't really think the poems will be very good, either. (NOT EDITED OR CHECKED FOR ANY GRAMMATICAL ERRORS.)
