Why does it have to be you
You just aren't what I'm looking for
It had to be you, to even the score with me
It's all about personal irony
You see, it comes down, to one thing; Me
And I feel insulted by circumstance
A sad twist, an awkward night
An idiot savant, telling me who I am
What do I look like to you?
An arrogant fool, an educated tool
Shaking as I pray for things
To finally go my way
Is a man any better
Than those who love him?
Is not loving them back
A selfish kind of sin?
That man may have a heart
But maybe his soul's made of tin.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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A very fine write indeed, my friend. I like it just the way it is. Hope all is going well with you.
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wow...dude I liked this poem alot. I can relate to it when I denied to myself that I needed to love somebody to be happy. The first two lines I can really relate to when it came to all the gay men I would pass by and would hit on me but they were never my type. U did an awesome job on this one.
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