Internet Break-Up Poem by Amanda May Moore

One View:
My heart is sore
I'll go through the trap door
and not rendezvous
That makes things difficult
I would rather you know me as the
Jerk because dear, it didn't work.
So I'll tell you now as we talk
on aim. I'll take all the blame for
Being so lame. But I have no apologies.

Another:
When you fly so high,
It is hard to understand
Just why no matter how hard
I try to touch the sky
I start to tumble and
see that I didn't really get
As far as I wished.