Written and forgotten

He was perfect. Blue eyes, blonde hair. I loved him. Then I saw him, with her. I wrote him a poem, a song. Anything to get him back. I WILL DO ANYTHING! Then I saw myself. Am I going mad? WHO AM I??? Now I am running, running for my life. The police think I am Amber Davis. I laugh at the thought of her...pulling this off. She couldn't. Now I am here. Writing this.