I made this poem because the highlight of my day...
I sit here in the grass...

A maiden of only 16 years of age,
sat at the hill top every night...

I close my eyes tight,
seeing him in my mind...

I look at the mirror,
look at myself...

I read the poems,
the ones he had made...

Everything I ever cared about,
it's ruining once again...

He had been her everything,
but not a single touch was sent...

It feels as if I have walked into something new,
everything I knew is in a different state...

Heart shall whisper what it wants,
but the mind takes full control...

To love a dream
To love the whisper of your name...

Poems are for the lovers,
spilling their heart into words...

I was such a fool,
to let you walk away...