Apr 2010
There it is, that thing they call
"love"
tossed around day in, day out
some have felt it, and for it some have died
but me, I don't believe
if love were real, he'd look at me
if love were real, I might be pretty
if he was real, I might not fear
that love isn't here
but even if it's so, I should not care
for who could love a girl like me?
a girl that loves Something,
you can see as well as air
"love"
tossed around day in, day out
some have felt it, and for it some have died
but me, I don't believe
if love were real, he'd look at me
if love were real, I might be pretty
if he was real, I might not fear
that love isn't here
but even if it's so, I should not care
for who could love a girl like me?
a girl that loves Something,
you can see as well as air
I wrote this awhile ago, and I have to say it's foolish.
I do believe in love, of course it's real.
I am pretty and even if a silly boy doesn't like me, I shouldn't let it get me down.
This poem is foolish, as I once was on the topic. But now, I know, I just have to wait.
Everything happens in time.
I do believe in love, of course it's real.
I am pretty and even if a silly boy doesn't like me, I shouldn't let it get me down.
This poem is foolish, as I once was on the topic. But now, I know, I just have to wait.
Everything happens in time.
