More poems by Claire.

To All Youthful Lovers Outside for Renovation

I keep pacing back and forth,
questions swimming in my head.
Like,"What will I do with my life?" or,
"Who will miss me when I'm dead?"

Confusion take over my mind,
and I fall on my bed with a sigh.
Slowly,my mind starts to wander
and I think about you,and I start to cry.

You had left with no remorse,
just a little message and no time
for a goodbye.That scared me so bad,
I was afraid to watch the news because you could've died committing a crime.

I'm trying to do what you told me,
and I'm working on it bit by bit.
I still love you,I always will,even
you made me fell like I was hit.

I'm sorry I never told you,but since
that barely eventful day,you've been my #1...
Poem by Claire.