brit lit

So bloggers just about a week ago my British literature teacher came up with an assignment for all of us to do. The assignment was about a sonnet on feelings and emotions and each of us where to write one and present in front of the class for extra credit. And I came up with a sonnet about love and regret but my sonnet was actually a poem so i decided sense i couldn't write the whole thing on paper i decided to write it on here. So with out further a due blogger here's is my piece.
I'll let you go
It was a Sunday morning when we first met
just two kids being clueless and careless about the world around us
and what was truly out there
but we had some idea that there was more out there then what met our eyes
but what was about to happen we could never have expected
so the years went on
days turned into weeks
and weeks turned into months
and months turned into years
and soon we started to realize we weren't really kids any more
we had more responsibilities then we could have ever imagine
we had bills to pay
and classes to attend to
and soon the little two kids that just met that Sunday morning
turned into adults
i had this feeling
a feeling i never felt before
a feeling i never gotten before
until i met you
you were my best friend
someone who made me feel alive
someone who i went to when i felt lost or alone
but this feeling i had
started to mask our friendship
and soon i started to realize that our friendship began to tumble
all because of my feelings of friendship began to become something else
but as you know I'll never speak my mind
I'm like a chicken with its head cut off
but the silents that i hold
will most likely kill me
and the whole idea of me never having you will soon brake me
but i know your true potential
i know you have more to see then any one around me
so I'll let you go
I'll set you free
because whats truly met to be will always be
but my heart will ache for you
even when where a million miles apart
my heart will stay right here with you
but i know i have to set you free
so you can see all that you need to see
and maybe when you see all that you need to see
and when you find you
yell come back to me
can you believe it bud its come to this
that Sunday morning when we first met
and everything was so perfect
is now starting to crumble
can you believe where saying goodbye
it feels like just yesterday we were saying hello
but goodbyes are like a roulette wheel
You never know where they're gonna land
First you're spinning then your standin' still
left with only holding a losin' hand
but i know I'm better as a memory
then as your women.
so bloggers if any one listens to Kenny Chesney or David Cook some of my poem sounds like some of there songs so of course i have to give credit to two very good artist with there song tittles "I'm better as a memory" by Kenny Chesney and "come back to me" by David cook these two songs inspired me so much over the last two weeks :).