Oh, I hate her.
Her long flowing hair.
Her smooth, pale skin
And her footsteps, light as air.
I hate her with a passion.
A fire that grows within
I hate her with everything
I have ever been
The very way she talks,
The very way she walks,
Ignites a fury within
So strong and fierce,
It takes all my will to keep it in.
So I'll trip her in the hallway,
Let my anger subside
And watch as her pretty face crinkles,
As if she's about to cry.
I'm not mean, you must understand.
I am only doing what nature demands.
I just tired to rhyme words, so it isn't very good. Could somebody help me edit it?
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"I'm not the one who's lost with no direction, but you'll never see."Thanks for the memories, everyone. I'll miss you all.