(This one is more of a poem, I wrote on the fly)
The ones I hate
Always sleeps in late
While I sit and stare
In my own despair
Over how much I care
For your hot air
That you let out of you mouth
On your way though the crowd
That doesn't care
If you are even there
But I cant tell you this
Because I know, my dear miss
That you would call me a freak
And your words would make me weak
But you wouldn't batch an eye
You would just find some guy
Kiss him In front of me
Begging me to see
That you have all you will ever need
Even though I have seen you bleed
And I cared for you for a time
But now you yell that caring is a crime
Yet a single kiss you can bare
While I'm still there
(This was written by me on about 10 minutes and it's about a girl I once 'liked'. I cared greatly for her but, she said that I was gay and weird and stupid, yet she didn't so anything when I kissed her cheek and said goodbye. I still greatly care for her as one of the only once)
