Dear Darla.

Dear Darla,

Are you still there

I remember the sweetness of your voice

At a time of innocence

Before I went and betrayed you

Leaving you with a mess upon your hands.

Dear Darla,

I didn't mean to impose

Financial and emotional ruin

On the apple of your eye

Who made me his without a single doubt

Of my loyalty that wavered

After 20 weeks.

Dear Darla,

I've been looking for some kind of forgiveness

How am I to do that

You've disappeared from the world wide web

Along with your son

Who might have went to you sobbing 

The pieces of his broken heart

About the bitch

Who once talked to you on the phone.

Dear Darla,

Ask him to not hate me

I do that enough myself

Of my cruel words

I was selfish

Worried of his uncertain future

Please tell me that he at least have moved up the ladder

I can't bear imagining him still being the same

Naive weak boy.

Furree's poem inspired me. In the sense of its style. I've never been one to write a free flow kind of poetry. But, if you're interested in some amazingawesomegreat ones, go and read my friend's blog. She is truly a master. If you leave her a comment/drop an email, mention my name so she'll love me foreverandever.