I apologize for not posting anymore.
I even forgot this actually existed. How awful of me. I've been really busy because of the Romeo and Juliet play. So to compensate my long abscence. Here is a poem. If it's bad. That's fine because I don't think I have ever been a good poet or generally a good writer.

She's the overrated fascination
The product of men's imagination
The living temptation
The ceaseless obsession

And I am blind of beauty
But she creeps on like an entity
I pity her because of their profanity
As I start to think of her as trinity
I laugh with my ludicrousity

This is just a hyped commotion
A superficial portion
Of the mindless emotion
What a pretension

I ache for her attention
Maybe I should start a confession
Promise her my protection
From the everlasting violation

But she has gone out of blue
Leaving us all out of hue
By a rope as a clue