*This is someones poem...It*s beautiful* I asked you if you liked me, you said 'no.' I asked you if I was pretty, you said 'no.' I asked you if I was in your heart you said 'no.' I asked you if you would cry if I walked away, you said 'no.' So, I walked away. You grabbed my arm and said, "I don't like you, I love you. You're not pretty, you're beautiful. You're not in my heart, you're my soul, and I wouldn't cry if you walked away. I would die.