For you.

Bad writing by a bad writer

I was forsaken in your looks
But you were so taken by your books,
And you had a future,
And I wanted one with you, sure,
But I didn't want to ruin a good thing.

You were so talented, you could do anything,
You make art, you write, and you sing,

I remember all the times we were kissing.

You're as pretty as any buttercup,

You make me wish I hadn't messed us up.

Author's Note

I know its bad