[Tyrana]: 64.Oh my goodness, I wrote poetry.poem two

Take me, make me, chip me, hone me.
To kiss is to love, to love is to own me.
You'll find my mind will fit around you,
If you make it shape that way.
You skewed and stretched it to your liking
'Till my thoughts got in your way.
Now you're done
Altogether.
It was fun. (while it lasted)
But nothing lasts forever.
Nothing's unconditional.
Happiness ain't willing
To stick around your sorry ass
When there's someone else it could be killing.
Nothing's unconditional.
Nothing's pure, and nothing's true.
Nothing's unconditional.
Still, I thought I had a shot with you.