I hate the way things turn out
every thing is always wrong...

Her hair is brown
her eyez are blue...

I love to hear him sing
I love to see him dance...

The poet you hold is me
The poet you talk to is me...

I didn't know what to do
and i started to melt...

You tapped me on my shoulder
and said my voice was nice...

I was a freak
you were a jock...

God dresses up as someone else
to be with us everyday...

She has brown hair
and blue eyes...

This is to the one I love
My angel from heaven above...

The hand behind this pen
is the hand of a poet...

In a poem
a poem of rhyming words...