Its four in the morning,
and I'm awake...

Its for the good-bye
kisses I never get when...

It was unfair how you judged me
based on acts that I never committed...

Today,
I will not look consequently...

Perhaps,I
Who feel locked because...

You wrote about me,
There for I'm writing about you...

Light of my eyes,,
may I open my soul to you...

More venting,less poetry...

One day you'll find someone who will love for...

Our love was like
a fruit...

These words,
place themselves on the tip...

You,
who always looked at me...