Moultrie, GA, USA
So many things I want to say;
Each time I am thrown to yet another day.
I want to declare that my love for you,
Is holy, pure, ever so true,
These things, however, you already knew
When you ran, you laughed, you said we were through.
So now I sit, write my humble thoughts,
They are all I have left, though I feel they're for naught.
We all want a love, we all want a chance,
We all want friends, we all want romance.
Now most all of these things died with you
As I always expected, as I always knew.
So thus I write, I author, I pen,
These words, hopeing I'll be granted those prizes again.
This is a basic poem I wrote one day under sever emotinal distress. So please don't kill it too bad