I read other girls poetry, sounding like whole hearted whispers, I read mine, hard winded sand storms. I'd apologize, but I've fallen in love with my writing half heartedly. Like a *****, or a mechnical robot. Stuck in a time warp, sinking in solitude. Who knows when I'll come back, but I'll write. And that'll be enough. So fall out of love, fall out of hate, but please don't forget what I wrote. Never a legend, always a poet. & that's **** near close...