He walked in with a bounce in his step Miniature trampolines strapped to his shoes Unaware Of the fact that His presence hurt Like an ant under a magnifying glass On a really sunny summer day
Honestly I don’t understand Why the hell you give a **** Let them think whatever They probably don’t even do I’m sorry But for most There are things More important Than you
My feelings for you Are a fickle illusion At times clear as day Beaming brightly Stinging my eyes Yet at other times Translucent Fading Leaving only an echo Of an illusion That once shined so brightly It hurt my eyes
There are people Without food There are people Without shelter There are people Without family or friends And then there is me Crying Because I can’t Have You