Roses are red
And violets are blue
Don't bother guessing
Who this poem is to
Roses are red
But lately I'm blue
I feel like I'm dead
Cause I can't be with you
My face turning red
And violets are blue
These thoughts in my head
Just don't know what to do
Roses are red
And violets are blue
But the only flower I ever cared about is you
Roses are red
My skins turning blue
Words left unsaid
Suffocate me they do
Many poems I read
And violets are blue
Maybe it was the meds
But you seemed to like me too
Roses are red
And violets are blue
On I've been led
And I'm left with no clues
Roses are red
And sometimes they're thorny
When I think of you
I get super horny
My love is above
And hallmark card corny
I know that life isn't rainbows
Like a package of skittles
I know where the pain goes
There's a crack in the middle
But hi….
I like like you
For you high I.Q.
You're sweeter than Haichu
I thought I'd write you a haiku
“Guess What, I love you
All I want is ‘W'
Divided by two”
REJECTION
I choose not to respect
The hallmark effect
Because something artificial
Makes emotions superficial
But my love is my pitfall
My heart has been tossed
More than a pinball
My mind has been lost
Like the leaves in mid fall
And I pay the cost
Protect myself with a brick wall
Building brick by brick
Ever since I was a kid
Days spent home from school
Cause I was lovesick
Stuck in bed with a heartache
Feeling all of my parts shake
Went to a dark place
Cursing my marked face
No cure like the common cold
And it spreads like a cancer
Through life I was always told
The rehearsed answers
There's other wish in the sea
But the only fish I'm swimming with
He looks just like me
Alone in the ocean
Stuck going through the motions
The product of division
You can call me the quotient
Cause I'm the result
Of compliments divided by insult
And I'm always less than one
The personification
Of this messed up love equation
Let's rise up as a nation
And say no to the sensation
Of being in pre school
And losing the girl you liked
Cause some tool
Had a flashier trike
Of guys going on a date
Expecting to get laid
Because of how nice their suit was
Or how much they paid
Of kids sitting alone
In their basements depressed
Cause the girl on the phone
Simply isn't impressed
This poem is for the kids
Who instead of getting flirty
During the dirty thirty
Stayed in the dorm
Cause they were thought of as nerdy
The kids who wanted more inside
Than their right hands could provide
For the kids you hear about in songs
The ones who only went to prom
With their friends or their moms
Who know as much about opposite s**
As they do about ancient Egyptian texts
Nothing.
They sit around wishing they were loving
Wishing that their heart strings would play something