Crap Poems Written in History Class

The Ways of a Ninth Grade Bathroom Girl

Inconspiculously I watch,
As she steps in the bathroom,
Taking a moment to catch
a look at her face croom,
And she sighs,
As she runs her fingers through her hair,
hurridy to herself she lies,
that there is no one there who stares.

She quickly does her business,
Never stopping to see,
The person in bliss,
Who just happenst to be me.
I sit and watch her wash her hands,
never stopping for a minutes,
The teachers wrath is what stands,
pas the door, in the classroom planet.

Who am I to care?
Why should her feelings matter to me?
None the less I start to tear,
A piece of my heart to be set free.
I know I'll risk again,
My feelings for her own,
But you see, I have a plan,
My Jesus plan is flown.

I'll walk p to her now,
Make conversation with her,
to make her feel comfort somehow,
Be her loving care.
her heart is what I want to see,
her soul I feel in time must be.
O Lor a part of yoru own light,
I'd like to give her Jesus' sight.



I swear it, Jesus Loves her.

Beaten, bruised,
Abused Confused.
Her red hair flies behind her,
Her pain holds no real cure,
She doesn't try,
she's given sighs,
She goes home every night and cries,
I swear it, Jesus loves her.

She blames herself,
and no one else.
she feels no love,
Her hope's a dove,
That always flies away.
She never seems to stay.
I swear it, Jesus loves her.

I try my best,
But i'm a pest,
She doesnt' need my worry.
All I do is feel sorry.
She deserves so much more,
then a heart thats just sore.
I swear it, Jesus loves her.

She feels a blade,
A knife she's made,
She just cant' seem to cope,
She wants to see my hope
She doesn't think he'll love her...
So she gives up.
I swer it, Jesus loves her.