(Written at age 15.)
With a smile, into my life, he had walked
And I knew at that moment that my heart was gone
And in his every expression, and every time he talked
He said to me, “You are my morn.”
In love, I had fallen, hard and deep
And I was convinced that he would never leave me…
But if only I knew how life would change in one night’s sleep
I would never have hoped for such blissful glee
From the meaning of his life I had suddenly become an unneeded no one.
How much harder could one’s heart be slashed about?
With no explanation, no reason, and all promises undone,
With a shrug of his shoulders, he walked out.