Bad Poetry

Everywhere I went, I found people dumber.
You were the one, who woke me up from my slumber.
I shut the door, but you broke through.
Now I’m the one who needs you.

You bring out the best in me.
Well, as good as I can be.
I hate myself, you don’t.
You treat me like nobody won’t.

I know I’m a bad poet, with really bad rhyming.
But today in my heart, violins are chiming.
‘coz I’m in love, but you’ll never know.
Even if it kills me, I’ll never show.

I know the poem’s gone sad.
Also the rhyming’s gone bad.
I know I sometimes cross the line.
Don’t know if you’ll ever be mine.
If you wanna hate me, you can always do.
But the fact remains that I’ll always love you.


I know some great poet is turning in his grave right now, but wat the hell!!!