I wrote a great poem,

Then wasted it on you,

I should have just written,

About violets being blue,

I lost a poem,

For a letter to a lover,

Won't mean the same,

To any other,

You pretended to like it,

But once alone, you snuffed,

What I worked so hard on,

Just wasn't enough,

I ripped open my heart,

Let it bleed on the page,

Then you threw it in the fire,

And watched the flames rage,

I gave you my heart,

I wish I could sue,

I wrote a great poem,

Then wasted it on you.