Im not one for poetry.. What little I write, I keep secret.. Only one
person has ever seen a poem of mine, and I know not how he thought of
it.. So I apologize ahead of time if I am inconceivably bad..


Hold me close.
Kiss my lips.
Don't let go.

I look back to the past
and sometimes I wonder...

Why did it happen?
Did I do wrong?
Does he still want me?

I tried so hard.
Then he let go.
I moved on.
I love them so.

Somebody please
Explain..
The source of my pain
Is a constant wonder..

Torn in two,
What can I do?
I have let go.
I have moved on.
I can't let go.
I have moved on.
I want them so.

Penned by my hand on the 10th of Scarlatan, in the year 299 AF.