Saw him at a bus stop first…
Instinct told me a guy not to trust…
He was arrogant, self centered, pompous and flirty
Took potshots at me and thought he was so witty!
With each passing day I hated him more
Bitched about him till my throat grew sore….
He called me fat, I called him pansy,
It just looked like we were never meant to be….
Well things didn’t change; they are pretty much the same
We still argue like crazy, call each other names…
He’s still arrogant, self centered, pompous and flirty,
But now it seems cute and his potshots extremely witty!
With each growing day I like him more,
Chat to him about everything till my fingers grow sore…
He is someone I really trust; he’s a great buddy…
All this is just to say ‘Happy Birthday JD!’
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heheh...y no comments.....okie this is not ur kind of poetry.....but u know ppl like JD are not inspiration enuf for great poetry!!!!
u implyin ppl in my life r my inspiration for my poetry..??
looks like jd got his second birthday blog.....
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