The best poem
I've ever read,
was the poem
with words ever so smooth,
and a meaning ever so endless.
I never wanted to let go of that poem;
I wanted to love it even more.
but upon reading the poem over and over again,
this opinion changed.
I wanted to share the poem,
I wanted to see if someone else wanted to read it.
Nobody came.
Nobody wanted to read it.
Not a person.


I ripped the poem to shreds.