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To the girl I once swore I truly loved
whose name fills me with something short of hate
Who through the door my love she quickly shoved
and anger is now her more obvious trait
She's the one I truly came to adore
I was the weed and she was the flower
But then her attitude i cam to abhor
and her petty insults made me cower
Now she was one I would so gladly kiss
Being with her was to me blissful pleasure
Then she kicked me into the dark abyss
When she is close, I take defensive measures
She was so sweet i'd call her my kitty
But now, I wouldn't dare call her pretty