Okay first of all, before I go off and write this poem out... I need to explain this. it was going to be an anti-love poem which it is for like the first six lines. then it turns into a love poem... which I really didn't want to happen but it did. =(
I'm sick of all these love poems,
saying things that aren't real.
I know of nobody,
who feels these things you say.
I'm sick of all your whispers
of sweet nothings in my ear.
Why can't you for once be,
your own stupid self.
Where is the man I fell for,
the one who makes me pure?
Why are you hiding,
behind the clothes that you wear?
It's time for you to show me,
the man you really can be.
It's time for you to prove
to me that your still alive.
