It's been long
since I've been wrong.I'll admit
that I'd quit.Why do I write
if I've done right?Wouldn't go down
through the town.Where's the love
that was above?From the hill
just to spill.Times that pass
didn't last.I was a glare
just to spare.Didn't show
I was a glow.Don't remind
that I was blind.The flirt
was a dirt.This state of mind
isn't kind.When I'm hurt,
you divert.Why cry
without a goodbye?What's not enough
when it's rough?Was it magic
or tragic?It wouldn't fade
with a shade.I repeat
to fleet.Too confusing
to be musing.Just pretend
and amend.Was there a Cupid
or music?This space
led a trace.Was I visible,
or invisible?BY: Chantal (Blythe) Camus