It's true I could never

forget you

That doesn't mean I could ever

forgive you

I used to read your poems
but lately you don't write
you're silent and aloof
you know that isn't right.
You can't close a door once opened
you can't abolish all your dreams
you're a poet of the heart
mustn't fall apart at the seams.
Say what you can in words
they speak the message true
spoken from the heart
the poems will see you through.
A hermit's not your style
a recluse, you are not
never give up writing
of things that you've been taught.
I used to read your poems
I'd read them once again
if you would send them out
(this one's from a poet friend)

Feelings.....
      Discovered, Explored, Explained
Never Felt
       Lived or Loved

I know what you are
You're the last thing I see as my lungs fill
You're the last breath I breathe
I loved you
But that feeling goes away
There is no good in this goodbye
I don't want to love again
Your promise was in vain
I lived every single day just to keep my promises
I can't hide these scars