A simple word,
written on paper.
no reason at all,
but to feel and express.
Does their have to be a reason,
to these words that I write?
No! It's what I see, smell,
hear, taste, and touch!
There isn't always a reason,
so dont flatter yourself.
It's not about you,
"She" is not you.
These words I write right here,
this is just for you.
Just a lil poem
to finally shut you up.
You don't deserve the world,
that I give "her."
That revolves around "her"
in my eyes.
But you already think the world is yours don't you?
this world that revolves seems to circle around you,
doesn't it?
I never noticed that before,
hm, but it is true.
That in the center of this Earth,
I personally call it Hell, there you are.
But don't even try to flatter yourself,
that, even though the world seems to revolve around you.
in your own eyes, that I would ever waste the energy,
or the talent; on you.
So this simple word,
written on paper.
You can call it your own,
but that's all, so get over yourself.