lost love
I miss the days
when we talked all day
and you would say
things that made my day.
I never thought you would walk away,
but ignorance is bliss.
Call me an optimist,
for having missed
your artifice.
And now I reminisce
over all the times
our love was bind.
Will I ever find
someone as kind?
or will I just die
from your goodbye?
(m.v)