When We hung out
i did not need to hid...
I can't think of a poem.
All filled with rhymes...
I love chorus class.
My Friends are all in it...
Girl I've got it bad.
I've got it bad for you...
To all those people
who have every said...
I'm not supposed to get mad
when you write poems about me...
Right now my life
is hectic and a mess...
As the week goes by
I grow more and more impatient...
Jim you called and said
you wanted to get back together...
"Come hither my child." says the ancient...
"Tell me the sins that you do bear."...
Mother I never want to talk to you again.
You are now officially out of my life...
Brothers and sister i love you guys.
And i love you more then this life i live...