Not An Emo Poem, I think.

I set out,
Trying to find you,
Trying to figure what it was about.
Because I haven't got a clue.

I can't tell you what I don't know,
These simple things you do,
Making my heart go.
But I still haven't got the slightest clue.

Stumbling on my words,
Dropping on the grassy ground,
Watching the birds,
Without a sound.

Looking at the clear, blue sky,
Can't I see I'm just a man,
Not a superhero, I can't fly
Only doing what a man can.

Sincerely,
Nate.