The Gone

Desperation could barely make the mark with the presented essence of despair in a poem, 'poem', I made up and painted my heart with, many years ago. When I was in love. It was the only time I have ever been truly in love. He never loved me back. Ever.



Tell me you love me
Tell me you care
Tell me you'll never leave
Tell me you'll be back


You'll figure out what it means. I know you will, reader.