You may think that life's a game, but I'm not a piece to play wit
You would think I'd cuss you out in front of class but I'm not the one to say shit
You may think I never loved you, but you don't know I've loved you more than any other
And I would've called you everyday, but I was aware that you were playing me so I didn't even bother
You don't know that I've hardly payed attention to other girls since you gave me your number
You don't know that when I dream of you I wish I were in an eternal slumber
You don't know that the reason I seem depressed is because of you and lack of sleep
You don't know that this lack of sleep is due to me thinking of you
You don't know that everything I've said to you is true
You don't know that now my view of you is stained
And you don't know because of you my soul is strained.
You don't know that I wrote a dozen poems for you
And you don't know I've burned them all in an attempt to forget you
You don't know that I try to avoid you so I won't think as much about you
You don't that this is probably the last of poems dedicated to you
And you don't know that I can forgive you but I can't forget you.



It's certainly not my best poem, but everything I said is true. The thing is, I kind of want to give it to the girl I wrote it for, but then again, I don't want to seem like a fool. I try not to talk to her anymore and I never told her how I really feel and what I know,and I'm not expecting for her to be flattered by it, but I still don't want to feel stupid. I'd appreciate it if you told me if you think I should give it to her or not









it's a shame I never got to hit that...she has the biggest finest "assets" I've ever seen.