I use to think
that i had life figured out...

Everything i do
reminds me of what we had...

All i can do is daydream
about being with you...

I can't let go of the past
everything that happens...

How do i move on
and know what is...

I don't wanna be rich or famous
I don't need flashy jewelry...

TO mend a broken heart
you must know pain...

**Another poem dedicated to Mi prima**
Sitting in my room...