Hard Poem by Andrea Szyhowski

As I walk in the woods I hear my name,
Good thing my heart is no blame.
At first I thought was time for the byebye,
but no it was just the by by.
The first of June has come and gone,
and still there is no song.
My heart goes blue,
yes because of you.
In the time I've knew you,
we were just like glue.
So when I have to say the words good bye,
my heart will go fly.
This is what is hard for me,
so please just let me be.