A Bad Poem I Wrote on the Last Page
Some days I wish that
You weren't such an enigma.
A cryptic message
I have to uncover.
Some days I'm glad
You are.
If I knew the truth,
I wouldn't care anymore.
Give me a reason
And I just might.
Nonchalantly, I think of you.
I'll regret it later.
"Forgive me!" screams my heart,
But my mouth and hand hands
They won't move to tell.
Sappy poems are the worst.
[Note to self: 12 am is for sleeping -- not pretending to be an insomniac]
You weren't such an enigma.
A cryptic message
I have to uncover.
Some days I'm glad
You are.
If I knew the truth,
I wouldn't care anymore.
Give me a reason
And I just might.
Nonchalantly, I think of you.
I'll regret it later.
"Forgive me!" screams my heart,
But my mouth and hand hands
They won't move to tell.
Sappy poems are the worst.
[Note to self: 12 am is for sleeping -- not pretending to be an insomniac]
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