this is an ode to all my past loves
proof of things gone wrong,
like autum to spring,
i move on.

i seek your love once again,
in wishing me the best,
in my journey of youth to old.

i am sorry for all the shame,
thankful for the pain,
as the line fades away into dots,
and this point, starts a new line,
i want you to know,
i take a bit of you,
stuck to me, as if with glue.
thanks for the rosy times we had.

bless me,as i start brand new,
a lovestory as fresh as the dew.