So this is finally goodbye:
Handshakes, hugs and kisses...

I had a great time reading your poems and...
-PG...

.my twisted body is out of place.
.cannot win this unbeaten pace...

.an unwritten poem just for you.
.my lips seek the already corrupted innocence...

.why work a job you hate.
.to buy shit you don't need...

.I've been to many continents.
.seen famous sculptures...

.sick and tired of being down.
.I can't stand that no one's around...

.my pen has been used by a few.
.my pen has been kept in the dark...

Night has fallen and we stand by the window
Our eyes connect...

Where has She gone?
Wondering what's going on...

Thankful to my mother
She sent me my little brother...

My little brother, always on my side
Behind me he he could feel safe...