i saw you & me
together
reading
the old poems
that i wrote
only for you
in our garden
at the age of 75
in my dream,
then also
you were
the same,
the handsome,
with the
sparkling eyes
and with the
cutest smile,
the one
i will always
fall in love
all over
again & again

heads
i love you
i really do
i listen to music that reminds me of you
and think about the good times

tails*
i hate you
i really do
i listen to music that reminds me of you
and cry about the good times

although i'm not in love with you anymore
i still think about you fondly in my dreams

I don't feel the way
Most girls do

I'm usually sad
I always feel bad

I am not the way
Most girls are

I'm not thin and beautiful
Nor curvy and cute

I was never loved
Like most girls were

Just words and lies
And my burning eyes