Will I be dead,
before I die...

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

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

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

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

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

Using this pencil,
greatest weapon in the end...

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...

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

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