The last poem that I gave to you,
Talked about how our love grew and grew.
You may think that poem will not be,
Little do you know, I still carry it with me.

He stole my heart and got into my head,
And made me believe that they were lies you said.
Now that I'm stuck waiting here,
I relize he's the onle I should fear.

Since the past three months have gone by,
All I've done is fight and cry.
I've been pushed and almost hit,
Each time he's had his little fit.

Since I've been with him, all I do is sit and wait,
Pondering the thought of, "Is this my fate?"
I lost my spirit and desire to fly,
I lost it when I told you good-bye.

I miss you so much,
Every look, every touch.
There are no words or actions to show,
How sorry I am and how I feel so low.

I hope and pray that i'm not to late,
To take you on a late night date,
And be once again, your one and only mate.

 
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