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May 2014
You
You anger me more
than anyone I know
But you're always on my mind
when I'm feeling low
I fell in love with you slowly
From age eleven to seventeen when
your voice dropped to a lower key
Your voice stuck in my head when pitched high and low
I thought of you even when you were chubby with flow
But now you've grown up and become a man
Whilst I am still a little girl with no plan
Although I still think about you day and night
It is a secret that requires all of my might
For if I confided my dreams about you
I would hurt a good friend
Which I guess isn't new
Please stop asking my dad about me
For we both know we were never meant to be
I hate you.
Bad poem but I needed to vent.
Written by
Alethea  Canada
(Canada)   
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