I woke up and ran to your room
to enter blank desire.
My heart renched out to call your name
I felt as though on fire.
You left me with not a sign
to show me where to look.
I cry and muster infliction
on the pains it may have took.
I fear that if you saw me
before you took your leave,
the love I felt for you
may have been recieved.
Maybe you would have forgotten
the reasons to destroy.
Let me inform you of a fact
my heart is not a toy.
You owe me of a reason,
you owe me all the facts.
For without them my dear love
I'm sorry,
But I'll never take you back.
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Hehe, tear this one up too. I'm just starting to find my old poetry.
