 | I wonder where you are
and how you're doing.
With that new girl,
actually she's not new.
She's that girl I hate
The one you said
you'd never date.
But here you are.
You're a lying
son of a gun.
You're a waste of time,
a waste of breath.
But then why
and I writing this poem
about how much I hate her?
You know why.
Because I was that girl,
I wanted to be your girl.
And I was for a day,
and then another.
And then she walked in,
and she stole your heart.
My heart broke,
you walked away.
Then the picture changed,
he walked into the picture,
and became your friend,
and then held me close.
And you turn away,
green with envy.
And all I have to say,
Karma. |  |