A five year old girl
Innocent and pure

Her simple moment of joy
With a loaf of bread
Captured in a photo

Made her a brand ambassador

"A figure of joy"

Created sensation world wide

I write my paradise
While my soul is in demise
I write to escape
In words I take new shape.

In you I had an ally
Until against me you planned a rally
For order and control
It was all just for show.

I loved and still do
All the good I saw in you
And when the moon is anew
I'll pray I never met you.

i smell your scent,
like mangoes
i tasted them,
unripe & sour.
But I like it.

It seems to be;
I walk, where your legs tire
I sing, where you forget your melody
It seems to be;
I have lived for you, when death was pasturing your heart
I have built for you, a world full of nothing but art
It seems to be;
I have not been there for myself, all this while.

When I look at the pictures that I used to take
Of us sitting together,
saw your beaming face.
The beautiful poses that you used to do
Oh how I wish I could come back to you

Why do I tear up when memories are no more
The feelings worked over
You walked out the door
I no longer exist to you
Maybe its better
That you never see the poem
Enclosed in this letter.

Disagree with me
Ever which way on a tree
Branch follows no one