shall I compare thee, to a beautiful flower?
sometimes the root has all the power.
shall I compare thee, to a windy day?
sometimes knocks me over, and takes my breath away.
shall I compare thee, to a bradford pear tree?

Yeah, I'm writing this poem just for you
to show you all the hurt and pain you put me through.
All the time you told me you care.
Ha! When I was hurting you were never there!
In the hall, you'd never stop to talk.
on and on we'd both continue to walk.