Poetically Pathetic

Stop making me write poems. 

I mean it

Pretty please

I’ve written so many already I’m down here on my knees. 

Stop making me write poems. 

I hate them

I really do 

Yet whenever you’re around all these words spill out for you.

Stop making me write poems. 

Act rudely 

Be a jerk 

I’m wasting all my hours trying to make this rhyme scheme work.

Stop making me write poems. 

You won’t read

Or ever see

My feelings look so lame in print the only one who’ll see is me.

Stop making me write poems. 

It’s a waste

Since anyway

You already know I love you and I’ve got nothing left to say.