whats she doing now?
is she with him?
does she love him?
more than she ever loved me?
is he doing things better than i did?
making her smile more than i could?
making her laugh more than i ever did?
touching like i never could?
does she remember me?
will she remember me?
do i want her to remember me?
why do i care? .... because i felt love.
by Michael "Stbz" Quaife.
This is the only so-called poem ive ever written, it might seem like crap, but it felt right.
Thank you for reading it.