You introduced me to poems,
I wrote everytime I went home.
From little school interactions,
To some weird unplanned actions.
I wrote it all,
But season changes.
After summer,
We met fall.
I want you to know,
Meeting you is one of my happiest days.
I want you to know,
You took all my blacks and greys.
Poem book last July,
I faded, but what's written wasn't a lie.
You were never hard to love,
You were never worthless.
They say, "Never love a poet"
And I'll beg you to believe it.
I apologize that I'm only honest in papers,
It'll be fine if you'll burn thy letters.
You'll never hear about me again.
