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There she is! (Free verse) by CarterTribe
Hey, there she goes again,
Look, sheâs over there!
I love the way she walks,
And I like her pretty hair,
God, sheâs so damn sexy,
And she looks so hot,
Too bad sheâll never be mine,
Because I am so not.
She would always look at me,
And in a single glare,
She would look the other way,
My beating heart would tear.
Why does she always do this to me?
I feel so depressed,
Is there any other way,
This girl can be impressed?
For sheâs so special to me,
A missing piece in my life,
But why does she not like me?
Iâd like a loving wife.
Too bad sheâll never notice,
Too bad sheâll never care,
Iâll bottle it all up inside,
Why is life unfair?
It always has to happen to me,
The odd one, it would seem.
But if I bottle it in,
My eyes they would just beam.
Emotionlessly beam away,
Away to who knows where?
I wished sheâd give her love like me,
Too bad she didnât share.
And yet, still, amazingly,
Over the fact, Iâm not.
Whyâd she look down her nose at me,
Like Iâm a little snot?
Iâm really rather mad at her,
She made me feel this way!
If only she would listen,
To the words I have to say.
But that will never happen,
At this current rate,
And I canât change anything,
For it is my fate,
To suffer slowly; silently,
In this bitter world,
In the corner, long ago,
I should have sat and curled,
That way I wouldnât feel like this,
As crappy as can be,
If only that one girl would
Just have listened to me.
There will be no one special,
Who will help me realise my dreams,
For my heart has split in two,
Itâs just been sowed up at the seams,
To make it look Iâm not sad,
When really I feel dead,
Not another living soul,
Could I ever wed,
Except for my one true love,
Who walks by every day,
But would it ever happen?
Iâm afraid the answerâs neigh.
Now here I am, once again,
Complaining about her,
But what does that matter,
For my whine shall not be heard,
Because, remember, she would not
Do the one thing I asked.
She would not fairly hear me out,
I really was aghast.
So easily she falls in love,
With boys who donât even care.
How can she so obliviously
Just grab a boy and pair?
She could possibly be under
Some kind of wicked trance,
Which forces her to love the boys,
And that way she must romance.
It would seem,
To be that way,
As all she seems
To do is play,
Play with the boys,
The other ones,
Canât be me,
Gosh Iâm so bummed.
She wonât look
Into my eyes,
Could I try
To hypnotize?
But it seems
Like it wonât work,
Sometimes I feel
Such a berk.
Or is it her,
Whoâs resisting me?
Is it my shirt?
Is it my teeth?
I will probably
Never know,
That stupid, nasty,
Evil h**!
But now the final
Scoreâs been set,
I wonât forgive;
I canât forget.
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