I'm fifteen and I'm unforeseen
Not yet of age but I'll take the stage
Well lets start my view on life's a bit tart
I'll tell you why but I may wish to cry
They say I'm too young,
That I speak from my tongue
I don't know what love is,
All I am is a fizz
I read my writing
And think it's exciting
Not truly but it's about her and it's sad
It's all I can write, that makes me mad
So I got on poem hunter
To prevent further a stunter
My handwritten poems will be happily sad
I apologize in advance if that makes you mad
But as I once said my views on life are bland
I'm like a dying grumpy old man
Get on a little more and read my poems you'll see
And what I was hoping for, maybe, it will bring me Glee
For now I say good night
It's 2 in the morning and i need rest for this long poemful fight.
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