He stays focused on his mind
Imagining a place you’ll never  find
He got his pen
And wrote his note
A poem for a person he once fought

This poet wrote for a special one
And she just made him out of fun
She’d just taken for granted
His love and effort
Then with his  own will
She ran

He told others after that
What he’d been through
He was shocked
With words of wisdom came from his mouth
He  now tell tales of hatred
As long as north reached the south

He didn’t try to hurt her
Or  cursed the people who likes her
All he did was beg for her to go back
Too bad her pride was high as a garbage truck

He failed
He was pitied
All he had was a pen
A note
Or a typing machine
To express his feelings
No care
No effort
No one will be hurt
He thought

So He write
He cry
While tears on the paper dry
He’s fighting the memories
On his face
You can’t see any bliss.