Poems by John Leete

Bless

Sad girl
Sits.
The room is full.
She is empty.
Cause you are not there.

Sad girl 
Waits.
For you to love her.
Cause you are the most important thing.
To her
And you.

Star

The world is your stage,
And I admit.
I loved,
To watch the pilot.
The series ain't so 
Pretty.

Trainee

The girl across from me,
Sleeps.
Shes in a suit,
And carries a brief case.
She gives me a glare,
I thought she was intelligent.
Now just ignorant.

Media Whore

The girl I liked has,
Gone.
Whats left is the girl,
Media created.
Like Frankenstein,
The parts are,
Not all your own.
Your heart is stone.
Your words are his,
Fuckwit.

Please

His out look on life,
Is good.
Your out look on life,
Is his.
Wake up!
See.
He's not perfect.
But then neither are you.

Sorry

Karen lived with,
An abusive father.
She was too small to resist,
The bullets weren't.

Hurting

You know her feelings,
Cause you feel the same.
Not for her,
But for yourself.
You know my feelings,
Cause you felt the same.
Once,
And never again.

Bitch

Your roots have more depth,
Than you personality.
Or least thats what I'd,
Like to believe.
To stop your rejection,
From,
Hurting me.

-John