The sun fell today,
Its great power gone...

To be able to judge,
thats where my foulacy stands...

Sitting here with her beside,
you readers cannot see...

Will I be dead,
before I die...

I'm a teenager today,
I was a boy yesterday...

Jokingly i admit defeat,
only to find that I am right on point...

Personally, to be kept a secret might be my...
but to this poem I'll make an exception...

While slashing away paper infinite of age,
attempting to think ahead of myself...

To tired am I,
to write a poem with meaning...

To let you read this,
Fear has definitely been put aside...