POEM STARTER
'Farewell, my almost lover'
End your poem with this line, reflecting on lost love.
Farewell.
Farewell, be nice to the next because i didn’t prepare you for nothing. crave her heart more then you ever craved mine, by far. farewell, now you know how much compliments mean to you’re future bride. whisper her name in a secret dark spot of your heart, and blow sparks to it. farewell, hand her the rose, but don’t do it forced if for you i was just the teacher, then go on and start with her. farewell, my almost lover and make her you’re one and only lover. but treat her well, geniounly smile more than with me, by far. i got you the tickets, you payed the seats. i dressed myself pretty, now enjoy the movie with her take the seats. i wish you well farewell, my almost lover.