REPLY

I made a poem.
The poem was you.
My heart isn't calm,
When I'm with you.

The sky has set.
My feeling's kept.
Have I fallen in?
I must be mistaken.

He tells a lot.
Flatters me not.
I won't expect.
So, no regret.

I feel fireflies.
I feel pinches.
Tell me sweet lies.
It won't suffice.

Like me however.
It won't bother.
A reply letter.
To my admirer.