Bleeding Pens and Crumbled Paper

Insults

You would think it as a compliment,

Me asking you out, simply in school.

You think its an insult, me looking at you at all.

The true reasons were shrouded, why I liked you.

You were just pretty, thats why people kiss you.

Your just pretty, thats why people like you.

You would think it as a compliment,

Me asking you out, in school.

And you turn your back, insult me bad.

And now I know you are a coward,

For not even talking to me.

I will not grant you reconciliation,

Your the one that needs to pray.

For God is looking over me, glaring at you.

 And your the hurricane of hate, thats hitting everyone you love.

You would think its a compliment,

me asking you out in school.

But you just take it as an insult,

Thinking it as a bad omen.

Your the bad omen,

Cursing everyone and everything.

So F*** you, f*** you.

And stay outta my life.