I once wrote a poem Of a girl that I knew But I no longer feel the same So take this poem to be true
This girl that I know Acts blonder than her hair She likes to put on a show And got caught shoplifting at Claire's
She surrounds herself with guys And Miley Cyrus magazines She has the prettiest eyes And would die for a benzodiazepine
She hates her size, and her thighs But she really just can't see It's in vain that she tries Because she is nothing but perfect to me
I've never felt better Than with this girl that I know She's cuter than an Irish Red and White Setter Hannah, I love you
The original poem is the first poem I ever posted (about 20 poems back maybe?) so if you would like to see the difference in my poor and ****** feelings then go on and read it!