Get up, girl
Or I'm not gunna care.
Get up, girl
Hold your head high in the air
This is the last time I'll remind you-
You don't need that cow.
She's always making you miserable,
And that's something I cannot allow.
She's reused all those excuses;
She's recycled every line.
Her love is nothing new or wanted-
So don't consider it something devine.
Listen:
You've got a head on your shoulders
A spring in your step
Don't waste your love on her-
She just an 'emo-wannabe' prep
Honestly- Who cares how she operates?
Who cares how she thinks?
She's not even smart
Nor is she a saught-out sexy minx
So why waste your time and heart?
I see your patience starting to dwindle...
That 'spark in the embers' she stirs
Is nothing you want to rekindle.
Author notes
for a friend whom is having lurve issues.
not much to ask, is there?
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i lurve you. and i lurve this poem! it's vereh vereh nice. the flow is fantabulous, and the rhyming is just...spectacular! i enjoyed it very much. thank you for posting it. keep up the good work, babes!
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