Hamilton Wrote The Other Fifty-One.

Sonnet S

Wow. I can't believe this ended so soon.

I just asked you out twelve hours before.

You know I like you, I have since this June.

I really thought love was an open door.

You said yes, and I thought that we would last.

Now I want to cry 'cause it was one night.

I guess now I'm just a thing of the past.

It hurt when you said it didn't feel right.

It may be a thing of the past, but I

cannot help still feeling trapped in this love

that was never even there. As I lie

awake thinking that I'm not good enough.

Maybe it wasn't meant to be with you. 

At least what I said will always be true.