Untitled Poem by James Pritchard

I can't stand to see her face,
it brings me to a sad place.
I miss being with her alot,
even if I will be forgot.

I was a fool,
we never talked in school.
it's not his fault nor mine,
but it's hers and yet I pay the fine.

It hurts so bad,
I used to be so glad.
I also feel bad for frere, my bro.
We lost them like a hunter a doe.

Her eyes might be the deepest blue,
but now they make me feel like the flue.
Some people jsut aren't worth the effort
and just give you a bad report.