• I walk down the street, tears dripping down my face.
    Holding a suitcase in my hand.
    A voice shouts out my name.
    Then a hand grabes my arm and jerked me around.
    I find his lips pressed ageinst mine.
    His arms wrapped around me, and his chest pressed ageinst me.
    He then releced.
    Stares into my eyes and said,
    " I did a stupid thing. A thing that every man would regret for the rest of his life.
    Please don't leave me.
    I can't live with out you!!. . . . . . Please. . . ."





    Poetry By, Merysia Krause