Annoying,
Just one of the ways to describe you,
Don’t get me wrong,
I’m just telling the truth.

You can also be funny or cute,
Or maybe even nice,
Well that’s just how I see it,
Don’t blame me, I’m just a guy.

Let’s not get off topic,
Im here to write about a girl,
A girl who’s fierce and joyful,
Someone who can rock anyone’s world.

The first time I met you,
I knew you were going to be a problem,
You just kept on talking and talking,
And sounded like you had your own anthem.

Not only were you a problem,
You were once trouble too,
Now she became best friends with this other girl,
Double trouble, now were doomed!

But later I knew something has changed,
You grew up a little and became more mature,
That made me happy,
You were growing up to something pure.

I’m just happy to be a part of it,
Seeing you grow,
It gives me joy inside,
To be someone you know.

Well this poem is to you,
Miss “I love soccer and friends,”
And “Just ask to know more about me,”
I hate you, but you’re friends with Jordyn.

—Thomas James Written on October 08, 2011