I'm a misfit
I don't listen to your music,
I like things that are nice and pure.
I know I'm sure.
I'm so different,
from everyone, from your friends.
To be honest I'm strange
sometimes I'm led out of range;
I don't fit
I'm too well me
I don't fit
and I think I never will.
The last person you liked,
was your type;
as for you and I we have no similarities,
so much for coincidental actualities.
And I'm so determined
that I'll never affect your life
Because at the moment I know you dislike me
that I can clearly see;
I don't fit,
you'll be tired of me;
I just don't fit
for an optimist, today I'm a pessimist;
not trying to scare you off
just saying the obvious.
I'm not too pretty,
and I'm embarrassingly silly;
I'm too random
I might be too fickle;
so you know
ten seconds before you let me go.
I don't fit;
I'm too much out of the ordinary.
I'm the one flower who doesn't bloom until winter
or the one leaf that falls in the summer.
To me I don't fit with you.
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