Take Care
When you hurt
There is a malevolent force
One feeling you can feel
Which is all great remorse.
It was only once
Wait it became twice
The feeling was so good
It became thrice.
It was an empty feeling
You are out of control
For once it really did not make sense
You can't feel your soul.
And when it is over
It is a feeling that you share
Because he begins to tell you
"Take care."
This poem is about:
Me
Our world