She loved you once, every
story she writes had your
essence in it, every quote
she coined reminded her
of you.

When she makes to conc-
eive a poem, she imagines
how you'll perceive it.

Sometimes, the world aro-
und her might be all over
the place, her innermost
may be everywhere but no
where.

Somehow, you left her he-
art in a million pieces, but
a woman loves and she re-
adys to take the worst kind
of ridicule from just about
anyone.

A woman, she loves and so
she forgives...