Did you know
I’m always
Twenty minutes late
Which I guess
Makes me
Some kind of
Ponctual

Did you know
Two different boys
Have told me
My ****
Tastes of
Biscuits

Did you know
I promised
To write
30 poems
So as I type
Number 29
I’ll feel
Less in love
With you

And with hope
I’ll feel
Not so much
Nothing
At all

As you fall asleep
With a cold
As you
Ride the
Morning bus

As you
Take e
In an island
With another
*******
Boys

No you
Don’t know