Matt's poem

Here's a poem i wrote for Matt. It's not so good but it'll do i suppose:p


How's it gonna feel when summer ends?
Out of money, out of friends.
How you gonna cope when autumn begins?
No help is around, so you search within.

Alas you find there's nothing inside
But you don't care and you decide
That it seems quite nice to be eternally confined
To float around the depths of your mind.

You stick around noticing the smile
That has crept across your once baron face,
But it leaps away leaving you in disgrace
you remembered the question avoided all the while.

How is it gonna feel when summer ends?
Still out of money and still out of friends.