I want you to stay.

Don’t mess with the enemy.

I want you to forgive me.

Is it too much to ask.

This is my entry for the Fibonacci poetry challenge.

What happens when destiny succumbs to blah.

My only thought is the hope that you will pull through.

Sorry doesn’t take anything back.

You were as cold as ice.

A poem on staying in the valley too long when I am suppose to be on the mountain top.