I'm here with my paper and my pen,
I don't know where to begin.
Your name and promises will always be written,
I can't get out of this love prison.
They told me that I was insane,
For writing a book about a person who gave me nothing but pain.
I can't help it because I'm still in the chain,
For your promises still remains.
You're very welcome for giving you this kind of effort,
Even though you're the one who left me on our fort.
Giving all the love until I sort,
But it will be the history of the love I fought.
Now tell your friends that I am crazy,
Let them know how I will carry the pain you gave me,
Until they cover me in daisies.
Throw out the faults and blame me,
But remember it came across your mind,
That I'm the one that you want to marry.
YOU ARE READING
elegies: from the diary
PoetryI turned my diary into a bunch of poetry-a set of poetry and songs for the person who was important to me. Sometimes in life, we meet a person who would re-write our future and include them in it. A perfectly well-done story that you both are writin...
