He said goodbye,
She said hello.
Woke up next to someone known
Stranger he may, she would not know.
He said goodbye,
She said hello.
Looked to the left to see someone right
Looked to the right and see one who left.
Another goodbye is another hello
Another hello is another opened door
An opened door is another room full
Of space and time to once again spend.
Pain is to love as past is to present.
Pain is to love as fear is to hope.
Lastly, I say with my heart spilled:
Pain is to love as him is to you.
R: My sister wanted me to correct/edit her originally made poem (not this) for their project. I obliged since I'm a kind sister. Ha, I'm so kind. After reading hers (I got nauseated. Some are illegally copied and I refused to edit it further), I turned on a blank page and made one. This was it. Just because I missed making one.
This has no relevance to my life. I was just reminded by people who come and go.