We all thought it was passion,
Because in his presence l could feel his devotion.
It's like when l was with him l lost concentration,
And l became so sure that he was mine.
Little did l realise that it was just an infatuation.

I thought he was my prince charming
Yet he left me hanging
I didn't realise when l drowned in his love the same way l didn't notice his feelings were drastically fading.
He left me crying as he continued running.

When l was with him l was truly living life
But now I'm just surviving.
I miss his singing as well as his drawing .
At times l feel like his around me yet l'll be just hallucinating.
Still l don't picture myself healing.

Through his love l lost my reputation.
I thought l could see his love through his expression
Since his actions were full of connotations.
And his love came with destruction
Yet this happened without realisation
Now my life is full of humiliation
Since what I'm left with now is lamentation.

# Diamond Pickle

She picks sunflower blooms, humming a tune
While dodging drops of rain
Hoping the move will heighten the mood
And bring about a perpetual change

She spreads the petals in the morning meadows
In hopes the rumors are true
With the yellows and greens, mixed in between
She'll release the color of blue

I woke up extra early
To pick wildflowers from the meadow
I gathered goldenrods and roses
And picked some baby's breath
I watched the dewdrops scattered
Across the blades of grass
I watched the colors of gold
And lavender infuse the morning sky
I took a piece of baby blue ribbon
And tied it around my flowers
To hold your special bouquet in place
For this is your last bouquet here
And this is your special day

**~Marian~