I wanted to show a poem bc even tho the person i gave it to didnt care much i thought id share
"Who is she?"
She wakes up everyday all the same.
What's the first thing she thinks about?
No one knows but her.
She gets dressed.
She looks slim and curvy.
Who is she trying to impress?
She dances in her room as she sings about how much she loves him.
Who is he?
No one knows but her.
She instead goes to school dressed in her baggy clothes.
Who is she hiding from?
Why is she shy?
She's crying on her sofa.
She's crying on her bed.
She's crying at her desk.
You can hear the wails from across the room as a single last tear falls down her cheek.
Why is this girl sad?
Who is she crying for?
No one know but her.
She sits in school all day.
Drawing on her desk.
Miserable and thinking when she'll see him.
She's sad all day.
But its work it because when she sees him in the hallway.
He doesn't know... but.
When he looks at her.
Just a glance makes her smile for the rest of the day and tear up inside.
He says all these things.
He does all these things.
Her face is painted unhappy or false.
Because.
In reality.
She's smiling,. only it's not visible.
She's too focused looking at him.
She looks uncomfy.
She might be.
But she doesn't care as long as he's there.
He might hurt her.
But she'll never tell him.
Because it doesn't matter.
She'll love him regardless.
Who does she love?
No one knows but here.
He says he's ugly and no one wants him.
She smiles because....
This is the silliest thing she's heard all day.
"Do you love me?"
He asks.
"of course"
She says.
How could he not know?
But why does she love him?
No one knows...
Not even her - I love u more than a poem could ever explain
sry its really long, but for short i think i think it hurts knowing this was a one time thing that i could never share with anyone but him for it was FOR him, and it was a waste of art and time but im glad i did because i love it and i put so much emotion in it