somehow
I was drawn to her
or was she drawn to me?
a spark ignited
and we made some
intense poetry
wrote some that would
blot out the moon
some took away the sun
some were deathly serious
and others
just for fun
The form was fine,
the rhymes were good
and everything was nice
but one day
tuat mighty flame
just flickered and it died
and things got ugly,
awkward,
and more than a little dark
and everything just
went to ****
without that glorious spark
and pretty soon,
you had to go
you left me with no choice
but sit and try to find the words
now that you took my voice
I told her that I'd be
all hers
but,
I guess she had enough
and something that was
beautiful
*was quickly turned
to *****
