I don't feel this way anymore. I wish we were as when I was young. Close again
I might add more to this poem. It doesn't seem finished. What do you think?
I was mad when I wrote this. Alot was going on. I don't feel this way any more.
I was on the bus and the beginning part just clicked in my head,
The rest I came up within a few minutes.
An old class assignment I digged up.
It was supposed to be more simple and straightforward.
But I remember, I couldn't help myself from twisting it up
Which results with this
