If I were Byron would you know my words?
Would you feel the emotions I write?
Or would I be a nameless poet
who has gone into

Forgotten Butterflies

It seems just a week ago
When we spent hours on the phone.
But now you're gone,
and im left here all alone.

Was i that unimportant
Was

MY CHILDHOOD OFTEN SEEMS FORGOTTEN

It was the age of hopes anew,
When dreams were as real as Disney,
And as fragrant a Lepe

Forgotten, abandoned, alone in the dark,

No family to speak of, their bitter remarks.

I sit in my world wondering what went