I thought you were okay
You once asked me to stay,
but I guess I got mistaken
Then together, we watched "Taken".
You were kind, you were divine,
But you left,
Leaving your parched poems
Planted on my spine.
After a while, you didn't come back
The poems were rusty,
My spine even crack.
She died alone, wondering,
screaming, running
Who?
Our bond of vein,
That I drew
On your arm stained,
It says "Dejà vu"
A red blain.
