Hello my love it's been sometime that you stepped...
It's been a year since you stabbed my heart with...

Ive never needed you in the ways that you believe...
Blood rushes to my face, as a wanted kiss was...

My story, like a frame of what is said to be my...
Every design is a memory, carved...

My poem I made...
Called: The emptiness...

Chosen, and liked these you found in me.
Never doubting you, I was blinded I did not see...