In a While 12.18.2007
This is the last one for a while, about you that I shall compile—
Words into poetry, they flow o’ so easily—
When you were my muse, I was allowed to love and in fuse—
The emotions that spilled, it filled and drilled—now killed—
You love him, I saw it—nothin’ I could do to stop it.
Just don’t forget, I never did regret—
The feeling that I had for you, I held them for a year or two—
Now they filter through my mind, unforgiving, it needs to unwind.
Don’t worry..I’ll still be here, even though what I dreamed disappeared.
For you, I’d crawl a straight up mile, just know I’m done writing about you for a while.