i have a question
just for you
what happened
to those few
words you wrote
and locked away
never again
to see the light of day
and when you brought them out
did she run away or cry
for your poor broken soul
and those sad brown eyes
because you were always more
than the words you wrote
and your pain wasn't poetry
or a love note
it was a knife
and you used it to stab and to steal
you took with your knife
full of sadness and grief
and left it in my side
and now I'm sad too.
