Well my name is not important And it isn't that you oughtn't Take me Down to town to drown This misery But my coat has many pockets Cluttered up with rubbished dockets Gets me Down

If you want to know, read it.

Have you noticed how as you get older, time just flies… (Time flies. When I was young and I used to hear the older folks talking about time flying, I used to wonder what they meant.

When ones heart because of love is a flutter, Yet love is not returned by the other, The victim treads around a hollow mess, Joy and happiness has sunk oh so fast.

Write a poem for me he said, But such things are not easy to do, When writing such words describes how one feels And reason behind actions too. What will he say if he read my true thoughts?

its short and childish, lol my sister made it.