My Verse:
I love a chick, but she don’t love me back
And rejection hit me like a heart attack
So, I write poetry like Medieval Chaucer
To the point where I feel like a big imposter
Did I do something wrong? I thought I was perfect
I’m not a robot that belongs in a circus
The feelings were real, but she had to appeal
Didn’t even say why, even after the meal
She must want a thug instead of a nice guy
I am who I am, til her 30’s just roll by
And then she realizes that she made a mistake
And wants to reconsider, but it’s just too late
I found someone better, making real cheddar
And put my past feelings in invisible shredders
I truly found a wonderful piece of art
But other one wasn’t so smart; she didn’t…
(Listen to your heart)
I love a chick, but she don’t love me back
And rejection hit me like a heart attack
So, I write poetry like Medieval Chaucer
To the point where I feel like a big imposter
Did I do something wrong? I thought I was perfect
I’m not a robot that belongs in a circus
The feelings were real, but she had to appeal
Didn’t even say why, even after the meal
She must want a thug instead of a nice guy
I am who I am, til her 30’s just roll by
And then she realizes that she made a mistake
And wants to reconsider, but it’s just too late
I found someone better, making real cheddar
And put my past feelings in invisible shredders
I truly found a wonderful piece of art
But other one wasn’t so smart; she didn’t…
(Listen to your heart)





*bows*

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