Such a silly little boy,
Had just completely torn her.

* From my poem 'Torn'. plz read and comment.

You were born an original....
Don't die a copy.

Once you have died,
You have finally lived..

Don't hold on because you are afraid to let go...

Life is a one way street.
The only way is forward.

Did he lose his spark because I stopped loving him?
Or did I stop loving him because he lost his spark?