You are officially someone I write sad, pathetic poetry about
You have become ink blots
Pencil shavings
Illegible lyrics
You should feel honoured
Pat yourself on the back
I'm getting the feeling I could write a book about you
I'd probably burn it afterward
But it's the thought that counts
At least I know you'll never read this
You don't like to read
A warning - red light - from the start
Are you even worth a poem?
On second thought, everyone is worth a poem
That's the good thing about prose
Everyone -large, or small - is entitled to words
Yours just might not be so pretty
Sep 27, 2018
Sep 27, 2018 at 6:10 PM UTC
You are officially someone I write sad, pathetic poetry about
You have become ink blots
Pencil shavings
Illegible lyrics
You should feel honoured
Pat yourself on the back
I'm getting the feeling I could write a book about you
I'd probably burn it afterward
But it's the thought that counts
At least I know you'll never read this
You don't like to read
A warning - red light - from the start
Are you even worth a poem?
On second thought, everyone is worth a poem
That's the good thing about prose
Everyone -large, or small - is entitled to words
Yours just might not be so pretty