the great gatsby poem

The Great Gatsby
Imagine falling in love, with the beauty of innocence, mangled with the wisdom of experience. It would make you strive to be better than anyone thought you could be his external drive only he could see Imagine having anyone your heart could desire.
Anyone to be won.
All the money you could aquire. But it will make you greedy,
And greed causes loss. Imagine wanting nothing, and getting it. That was Gatsby.
He wanted to be Daisy’s idea of perfect. And there he stand, way off in his ambitions, hand in hand. Falling deeper in love every minute and he didn’t even care. He looked at Daisy the way every young girl wanted to be seen.
The words Gatsby would say, made any girl feel like a queen. But Daisy was a fool,
For she was with Tom’s wife,
But Tom was a tool,
Diasy wasn’t the only girl in his life. For Tom had Mrytle,
And Mrytle had George. But Gatsby tought me, among this mess. There are all types of love vice big or small, but never the same twice. In this mess,
Daisy ran Mrytle down.
As you can guess,
All Tom did was frown. It resulted in Mrytle’s death and Gearge lost his wife,
So with Gatsby’s last breath he ended his life. The loneliest moment in someone’ s life,
Is when they are watching their whole world fall apart. All you can do is stare blankely.