A Love Poem for Kyle

A Love Poem For Kyle

Creeper some do call you,
but not I,
because you are simply
Evan's little bitch.
Your strange and akward hair
shrouds your eyes,
(not that I needed to seem them anyway...)
and creates a strange illusion
to your angry death stare.
Though this year has been torturous
as I watched you be a
friend, player, pimp, and prep,
you also became emo and dark,
though that was not your goal.
The relashionships ranged from
avid texter,
to 'Roo's' iceskating buddy-
because we know hockey was so rough-
and Meg's aquaintence.
And as youtube videos,
and dA pics present,
Evan and Alexis
bowled for the gold.
And when KTW
rolled around,
I was surprised,
relieved,
elated,
and well prepared to break your face. XD
Though Music and Art was fun,
Wishyy happens 2 B cooler
than U.
A fond farewell,
dear Kyle Keevin,
others may come and go,
but you are memorable-
as Katie's loving creeper.