It doesn't matter anymore,
it doesn't matter that you made me so sore,
you are long gone now,
it actually makes me kind of proud,
to know that i made it so your not around.
I am my own person,
you are weak, i am strong,
us together was just so wrong.
lock your windows... i heard there is an escapee about tonight...iip
dang... talent! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! good poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
Many people should be jealous. You fit what most would take many stanzas to do in to one. And therein lies your real talent. Simplicity, simplicity, simplicity. And also, its beautifully sad and hopefull at the same time. Kewl.