Cheesy Poem by Leyla Steyn

(I think it's more of a songish thingish thing than a poem-poem but they're practially the same things so enjoy anyways)




I broke,
the glass,
of wine,
because of you.
I remembered how you kissed me,
And it,
felt,
Good.

I made,
my hair,
look nice,
because of you.
I knew how much you'd like it,
I knew,
you,
Would.

I'm the one who laughs at soppy films,
It's true,
But I can't help but want to be in one,
It's true.
Because of you.

I charged,
my phone,
all night,
because of you.
So you'd call me in the morning,
and I'd,
feel,
Good.

I kept,
my heart,
sealed tight,
because of you.
So it'd stay with you forever,
Just like,
It,
Should.

I cringe when they kiss on the trains,
It's true,
But I just want to be the same,
It's true.
Because of you.

I'm turning cheesy,
Because Of You.
So please don't leave me,
Or I'll kill you.


(Jokes, just added the ending for some funniness)