The poetry muse then hits me again.
It finds me alone so poor and weak.
With broken heart so full of pain.
I lost all hopes that I would seek.
Have always been with a cold desire.
Until she snatched my heart so dire.
So pure, so poor and insecure.
She then retreats and shuts her door.
Was a fast impact she had on me.
That took my heart and liberty.
Traumatized,I felt she was.
Of a past that drew us too far from close.
In a pensive mood, I thus realized.
She was confused and mesmerized
.
She was so vague disclosed not much.
She was so vague disclosed not much.
I felt it only was emotional rush.
The place went calm, the stars disappeared.
Even the moon doth look so weird.
Yet at the sky I stare so deep.
I see her face ,she is not yet sleep.
I thus recall those bygone days.
When we were close and it was all gay.
She left me quick with a big deep scar.
Didn't just care and went too far.
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