Board Thread:Art, Stories and Songs/@comment-5298545-20160208041003/@comment-5298545-20160219210857

I made a poem.

There was once a girl who was fifteen, She never loved anything or anyone, other than food and beans But that's when it all changed. She fell crazily in love, becoming deranged. All she thought about was him, She filled her memory stick with pictures of him up to its brim, However, for her love, there was a catch, Who knew that to her love, there were strings attached? For the one she loved, There was a fact about him that in the back of her mind she had shoved, For the fact she couldn't get the gist, The man named Iron Fist, He wasn't real! When her mother asked her, "Why do you fall in pointless crushes? When you never see him again, you'll always cry!" To which she replied, tears in her eyes, "I'll never forget him. Why should I?"