All Over

This is the last poem I will write down,

Throwing away my pens, pencils and crayons,

Just as the sorrow is about to escape my lips,

I swallow it whole,

Weep my sorrows away,

It sucks that it all has to end this way,

But my writing career is over,

So I will sadden you no longer,

With my words of misery,

My words are to be buried in my mind,

Never to be heard of again.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

thiz iz my last poem...i quit...mayb ill come bac agen...but not 4 awhile...

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