I was told that love never leaves you, but it does change.
I think i agree with that, regardless how strange.
I planted a tree today. a mile from my house
on my adventure i met a tiny field mouse.
I gave her your name and wished her the best
I set down some bread and...
I've forgotten the rest.
**** this poem, **** the next one,
**** the one after that and all I have done.
You were my muse, my divine inspiration.
Now i'll just use my own desperation,
as a reason to write what feels terribly wrong
because setting them right is taking to long.
I still wish you the best, as i did my mouse friend.
**** it.