Torment
By Willow34645
There's this guy Who's really cool; He makes getting up Worth going to school. He laughs at preps, And so do I; He hugs me tight To say good-bye. He's into techno, He's the raver type; He loves Anne Rice, And he loves the night. He looks at me, He sees a friend; Will this torment Ever end? I guess I brought this Upon myself, So I'll just wait For someone else. But who else in this world Could be sweeter than he? Who else could withstand Just hanging with me? I'm depressed and I'm morbid, I'm "dark" and "messed up"; We're exactly alike, How's that so corrupt? Whatever, this poem Is going nowhere, So with that I'm ending it here: I like you, Brett, But my emotions are a waste; 'Cause I'm too shy To try and tell you to your face. Written March 15th, 2002 © on Mar 15 2002 12:25 PM PST 0 • 8
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"There's this guy..."