Did he lose his spark because I stopped loving him?
Or did I stop loving him because he lost his spark?

Life is a one way street.
The only way is forward.

Don't hold on because you are afraid to let go...

Once you have died,
You have finally lived..

You were born an original....
Don't die a copy.

Such a silly little boy,
Had just completely torn her.

* From my poem 'Torn'. plz read and comment.