Monday, May 31, 2021

Over It

This is just another cheesy poem. 
Stop reading. You don't care. 
I'm writing this for myself. 

I'm over it.
Just one person is inadequate. 
Maybe I'll never lose as much again, 
but at least I'll live my life to the fullest. 

This is just another cheesy poem. 

I don't care what they say;
love doesn't do it for me.
I don't care what they say;
I'm over it.