And these bottom lines I so vaguely define Full of missing spaces Vanished in time Perhaps too much of me On these pages to bear My ink pen desperately Pleading for air Still my heart Revisits despair
And where is the empathy You said was missing After a cold hard look At my dispositions Shall we still pretend That a heart can truly mend I'd love to embrace Such a beautiful end
For my falsehood I'd surely atone But these unfinished poems Get written in Rome...