I have a friend whos name is not named he broke it off with his girlfriend what a shame but now I can see him, wihout her in the way so if she should go, then she should go without my say to me all she is, is a wound in his heart to me all he is, is a handsome prince and a work of art though he makes my heart leap his tears I am not willing to sweap so is it me, the one whos cruel or is it him, the way he gruels His pretty eyes locked on me tight my whole being unprepared to fight yes I was happy and I hope he might tap me But you can't blame me for loving him loving him is no damn sin, now my poem is going dim