To too many I gave the pages of my heart
They all ripped them out.
I tried rewriting my pages torn out,
but broken language was all I could pen down
But I still have this untainted one page left.
As I give to you,
please do not defile it
I beg you to read its line carefully
And if it doesn't please you
You can leave, but do not leave with my last page.
For your absence I can contain
but not the absence of my last hope.
Starlight.
S