The tragic story of Francesca Bimpson still haunts me to this day.

Hammering through difficulties in a sense.

I have no tears left to shed, my heart was ripped into shreds.

If you are going to leave then do so without leaving a print on my heart…

When it’s not real love, it’s very painful at the end.

Time and again, I let you into my life and I continued to love you…

A love that never lasts. feeling left out and its like there’s so much to say but it slipped away without saying goodbye.

He’s the only one for me.

A poem.

This is a poem inspired by, the lessen of loving someone to love me.