I try to exspess how I feel,
but now I realize those feeling are no longer real.
You're starting to annoy me,
now I feel set free.
Thanks to the poetry you've read,
this love is now dead.
I'm no longer confused,
I'm happy poetry was the proper tool used.
But I still long for you,
yes it's true.
But oh well, it's over now,
and this is how:
we were together,
then we whithered,
I shed a few tears,
but now there's no more fears,
I fought for you,
I stared to loose half way through,
but now I realize the simple truth,
these are only the feelings felt in silly youth.
No more feeling blue,
because now I'm over you.