Unrequited love
A bit from me, and a little from her
Can it be together or just be one?
No it can't be, perhaps it can,
I know it's a dilemma but isn't it fun?
Maybe it's not for her, but me,
I have been in that situation
when I was thirteen,
She'll never understand that how it feels.
Unrequited love is what it kills.
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She thought she was the main character
But she was only a side chick.
I didn't tell her anything about that,
But the audience did!-
She thought she was the main character
But she was only a side chick.
I didn't tell her anything,
But the audience did!-
Propose her. The worst she can say is no.
She: I had sex with my ex.-
In front of her I might be a kid
but in front of everyone else,
I am a fucking beast.-
A sophomore.
He is entangled with his life,
Like a sophomore with distractions,
Wilted, twisted nurtured at the same time,
But tormented in fractions.
What could he possibly dream about?
A broken satisfaction?
He is a man, he has to toil,
There is no second chance, no redemption!
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A sophomore
That gent is entangl'd with his life,
Liketh a sophomore with distractions,
Wilted, twist'd nurtur'd at the same timeth,
But t'rment'd in fractions.
What couldst that gent possibly dreameth about?
A broken satisfaction?
He is a man, he hast to toil,
There is nay second chance, nay redemption!
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An Ode to Grief.
Timeth hath passed, but memoirs did remain
And the loveth we hadst I grasp'd.
Simultaneously thee has f'rgotten those mem'ries,
which I thought 'twould last.
I bethought would lasteth but mine fault,
To leaveth h'r an aught note,
Timeth may speaketh, 'r witness
The affection I'm writing in this ode.
If this ode isn't enow to maketh thee believeth,
Then I wonneth't be so much brief,
But mine affection shall nev'r changeth,
Even if it leads to an et'rnal grief.
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A part of me will always love her
And a part of me will always hate
A part of me wants to forgive her
Another part wants to forget.
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