Hi random assortment of people! Welcome to my attempt at poetry! Now, before we begin, we get to learn something we should have already known!
DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN DANNY PHANTOM !
Forgotten
With a swish of her hair and a bat of her eyes
She struts down the halls;
It's her I despise.
She thinks that she's flawless
But all I see
Is imperfect imperfections
Marking her skin like ink.
I truly would not care if it were me that he'd see;
I wish that I would be the one in his dreams.
But every moment he sees her
her name would grace his lips
And I would be forgotten
into the dirt I'd be kicked.
So I stand here today
watching them walk away
He doesn't realize I'm here anymore.
A tear falls from my face
as I turn around,
and slowly disappear through the door.