i wrote this for some stupid language arts project.
there are three others too in different pages so check back later for those.
the reason im even posting them is because they got nominated for a nationwide contest.

this one is called

moving on.

And now your finally giving up on love and excitement and joy. 
You feel like everyone you meet treats your heart like a toy.
There’s not a thing you can do you feel helpless and weak.
But you finally seeing a time that makes you stronger and less bleak.
You grow more powerful, time and  again, you’ve thought you’d found “the one”. 
But those times have past and you don’t mind, anything you have left behind.
In your opinion it’s a waist of time, to ever wonder why it was that way.