Poetry by Ynab

Poor Pooh

I saw her with some guy

he was grabbing her touche

i closed my eyes coz

i didn't wanna do the push.

it hurt when i saw with that guy

her ex is my bestfriend

and i rate him high

I don't know why i look when clearly i shouldn't

i feel bad for him, i don't know if he's okay

i wish i'd help ease his pain

he's Winnie the Pooh

Poor Pooh

I feel like i am trying too hard

being nice to Pooh... you know?

then somethines i get mad

ignore him, while trying to make him feel bad.

Then i just melt up and get the frustration out of the way

because Poor Winnie needs his lovely friend

i may never be the type of girl he'll want to date

but i am pretty sure i'm the type of girl he will never hate

i've seen his best and worst

i've seen his sparkly eyes when he sees me

and he's been the apple of my eye

honey to the bee when he found me...

Poor Pooh means the world to me.

even if he'll never like me as more than a friend

its better than being a fiend

or ex.

And if any girl ever breaks his heart

i will punish her myself for hurting my Pooh

Poor Pooh will never acknowledge that I am more than a best friend

but i'll acknowledge that i don't wanna see him hung up over some girl

it will make his other mates wanna hurl

and Poor Pooh will be the talk of campus, so...

Without the compass

but with my gizzard intact

i will pull my act

together

weather

the storm

and being the good lass

bring him back home

to the place where he belongs

Because i don't wanna lose Poor Pooh

Never can and will... :-)

And if you ever see this Pooh,

i want you to know that i'd do anything to make you happy

because you make me feel the same way too.

That's long enough... right?

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