She opens up Word
To finish her long-ago due homework
Yet she just found herself staring
At her little computer
Sighing, she types in
"asfhdbcndjhdr"
Because that was all
That could come out of her
So she goes and gets
A piece of paper
Thinking, hoping
This might be easier

But after a few minutes
Of her just playing with her pen in her fingers
She stops and groans
Wasn't she supposed to be a writer?
Frustrated, she grabs her pens
And throws them
"****, I can't even finish
A ******* po

sometimes you're like homework
so confusing
and i just stare at you
absent-mindedly
hating you
yet you're important to me
it's so hard to finish you
and i lose inspiration every now and then
but when i get high as my grades
i come running back to you

i can't wait to graduate from school
get rid of this infatuation
we would be adults by then
and hopefully this mess will be sorted out

What if all he wanted to write
Was all he wanted to write