Roses Are Red
Violets Are Blue
Why am I writing this stupid poem about you
Watching you write in class brings me joy
But the thing is
You and I are no more
For some reason I feel obsessed
But I don't like you
I just wish I can be with you
I wish that I never met you
Or that you would leave my head.
I wish I never said yes..
The first
Second
Or third time...