Nov 10, 2022
"Left in the Past"
By: Sean Mathew Torres
You were all dressed up, bags behind your legs. You walk up to me, while I’m cooking eggs.
The sun lining your figure, makes me think
That your last time here, just makes me down sick.
Love is mean for sure, teardrops will fall down
As I wipe my hands, I look up to you
No please stay with me, you say please don’t frown,
I say as I look, “You’re my ride or die”
I told you that “No matter what you did- I'd be by your side” Whether fail or fly.
But when you walked out, a piece of me died.
Looking back, I was young, crazy for love.
Now that you are gone, I know that you lied. Yet I will still wait for love were thereof.













