I've wasted far too much time
Writing love poems for girls
Who could not have cared less
If I had moved to Neverland

And now I sit here, alone
Thinking to myself that maybe
Those words could have been
Better written, better spoken

About someone who truly
Cared for me, rather than just
Another pretty girl who simply
Acknowledged my existence

But not everyone does
So I will take what I can get
And I will understand if
I receive nothing at all