To the Blonde Girl on My Left
A
Love Poem
You are not
special to me!
Burn in sinful
fucklust
For blackened hearts burn the cleanest.
You are not kindly to me!
Flaunt yourself before all the rest
For
empty souls shine the brightest.
You are not gentle with me!
Drag me down by the wrist
For
secret loves last the longest.
Anyone else think I may be a confused young man?
I got her number on the bus ride home.