I saw you again,
With her you stood
Laughing and kissing,
You went away
Leaving behind,
A girl, who's lost
In your love, In your dreams
Never once,
You looked back
And I still await
For you to pass by
That damaged grave
Of the person
Who died,
From loving you
YOU ARE READING
" A Burnt Diary ".
Poetry"When you don't know what to do, Look up the sky and ask why it's blue".
