This is what I’ve been up to
To write things down as I thought of you
But mostly pathetic lines I write
Sad rhymes it ends up
Just reflects what I feel
Only truth I have it's real
Being alone it hurts so bad
Highlights all the joy we had
Now I counted the poems I have saved
Makes me wonder why I still count the days
A poem that wishes for her to come back
Each poem I made is just that.