I saw her again today, with a guy. He was reading her a poem. A poem that I wrote. How funny is it to think that he wrote that? He did not. Then again, she doesn't know my words or how they felt.
In english, we need to write a poem about anything that we like. Although I loved writing poems, I couldn't make this one out. I might write about Amelia again, as if all of my poems weren't based on her.
