At one time,
she was mine,
i use to think,
shes so damn fine,
she was very smart,
and funny as hell,
soft sensual touch,
an unforgettable smell
soft silky hair,
a beautiful smile,
you get the idea,
i could go on awhile,
she was my love,
and was just the best,
up till the day,
that she sadly left,
why i still love her?
i do not know,
i wish deep down,
i could let her go,
why'd she do this,
and leave so quick,
guess its cause,
she don't give a shit,
i write these poems,
through them i cry,
always wishing,
to give another try,
why do i love you,
if you don't love me?
if theres light to this question,
please let me see...
