Wasted Love

Your soul is too dark for my taste,

so take yourlove for me back before it goes to waste.

Your rude to my friends,

and my heart you will rend.

Just one dance doesn't make me yours,

even if all your hopes soared.

I can't accept your love,

it's going to shatter with just one little shove.

You say my  hair's curly when it's wavy,

and your eyes are the worst shade of navy.

You like to drill me in the face with dodgeballs,

even if we dated I couldn't kiss you your so tall.

If you knelt down on one knee,

I would turn you down even if I was filled with glee.

Hurt plain in your eyes,

I have my own guy.

We dated for a week once,

you only spoke to me in grunts.

Girls need attention,

you only filled the room with tension.

My friends said I could do better then you,

your friends obviously said the same too.

I told you jokes and made you laugh,

but your so tall and stupid as a giraffe.

Your soul is too dark for my taste,

so take your love for me back before it goes to waste.

The End

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