To Whom It May Concern:
Tryst was late for school again,
she didn't sleep well last night.
She spent the night in battle,
between her heart and what was right.
She didn't finish her homework,
her mind was lost in thought;
over truth, and justice, and love,
and arguments she fought.
Tryst will not be in today,
she had a nasty fall;
her bodies fine, her heart is bruised,
but it doesn't show at all.
Tryst has moved today you see,
she won't be back next fall;
she placed her trust in the wrong place,
and someone dropped the ball.
They say she's happier now,
she smiles, laughs, and plays;
but she dreams of times,
when people had kinder ways.
To Whom It May Concern:
She said she's sorry, but she had to go,
and she loves you very much;
but too much has happened,
and her trust you cannot touch.
She hates to leave you all behind,
but it has to be this way;
for people are not careful,
of exactly what they say.
Her outsides are perfection,
her insides are a wreck;
if offered an apology,
she gladly will accept.
She sends you most her love,
and all a hug and kiss good-bye,
and if there is an emergency,
she's on "The Roving Eye"
To Whom It May Concern:
Tryst has had enough,
of double talk and two faced lies;
of egos, sex, and angry words,
of hurt feelings, and regretful sighs.
She sends an apology,
for most of you she cares;
Most of you are heart felt friends,
gained at Darkon, home, and Faires.
The price was too high,
and she's not willing to pay;
The gossip, bull, and rumors high,
too many people with nothing to say.
To Whom It May Concern:
She sadly regrets this letter,
and blames only one or two;
and before you even ask,
yes Capt it is you!
