silly poem i wrote ages ago (based of fictional characters)

alexa ackers is darling. 

and although our love was fake, wilted and rotten, 

it was one thing, 

darling. 

she was always the most beautiful thing my eyes had layed themselves apon, it’s a shame it wasn’t enough to take my heart, 

as it already belonged to someone else. 

dan smith found it first. 

don’t get me wrong, 

he was no alexa ackers, 

how could any old star compare to the sun? 

but the thing I felt with dan wasn’t wilted, rotten or fake, 

it wasn’t darling either, 

but it was real.