Twisted
I may not exist in his world,
But he is always in mine,
The worlds may never unite.
Day and night he thrives in mind,
Breakfast to dinner does he not leave?
I will remember him always,
But will he think of me ever,
The question hangs in mind.
He will never know what I think I his actions,
The actions of disgrace and forbidding the hate,
He lived in a world if hate I no longer admire.
How could I have ever liked him?
(11)
