Ok, remember when I said I'd look for other poems? Well... I couldn't find my other ones so I wrote another one...I think I did better than my last one. This is an account that really happened to me... It's another poem about love. Enjoy!
Love is great
but it could hurt you deep.
Before you make your move
get ready so you dont weep.
You make your decision
and hope it is right.
but when you make your move
you think it wasn't so bright.
You're hurt really bad
but you act like you don't care.
You run to your room
and think its unfair.
You talk to that person
and act unhurt.
But all they think of you
is that you're only a flirt.
At this you are hurt
but you find the real one
and they think
that you're nothing like a flirt.
You really like them
so you don't pout.
You make your move and
They say "Yes! Let's go out"
You two are so happy
that you have each other
and you're so glad
you did not pick another.
So... how was it?